The Granary..where Grannies are made - Joanne Sear sept 23 2009

On our way to Gran's 90's birthday lunch at the White Hart, a pub in Godmanchester, while wheeling Gran in her suped up '94 oldswenchmobile wheelchair alongside Chloe in her beat up old 70's camaro'd stroller, we passed by a building called the Granary. Jo immediately assumed this is where Grannies came from, which makes perfect sense. Time for a picture. The grannies at the Granary, they pump em out by the dozen.



At the White Hart we gathered for a cholesterol entrenched nosh up in the back garden.



That sad look on my face is due to the fact my tiny Gin and Tonic was completed in 2 gulps. I ordered a beer after that. It was a classic dinner of fish n chips, scampi n' chips, steak n' mushroom sandwiches, and my order, which I'm particularly proud of. My beer went well with this lovely piece of gastronomic art:



This, my friends, is a Stilton & Bacon Sandwich with Mango Chutney. 3 Large strips of English bacon draped around 2 thickly cut slices of Stilton Cheese slathered with sweet Mango Chutney all on a liberally buttered bun. I could feel the walls of my aorta gluing together as i swallowed a couple gulps of beer to wash this beast feast down. Cheers! to an ever expanding vacation waistline.

We spent the afternoon and evening travelling and visiting cousin Ben, his expecting wife Zeta, and their young almost 2 year old Evie. We enjoyed a few drinks as we watched the battle between Chloe & Evie over toys. It was interesting to watch how much Evie wanted something only when Chloe pulled it out and started playing with it, then vice versa. Otherwise it would have just laid on the floor or completely ignored when offered. Makes me understand why people want to wear ridiculous things like "insect rings" because Rhianna was just spotted with it and Posh just before that. Its ingrained in us.

Yes i read the Sun in the morning, only because its there...and yes they do have a daily nude on the second page. Now that's a real newspaper.

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