Arms

It was a pretty good birthday; some nice presents including a red kite kite and I got to speak on the phone with two of my favourite people (my brother and Ogatodomar!). Then I went out for a meal with another favourite person; we tried the new Bakers Arms place. The experience was a bit like the curate's egg - the beer was very good but the batter on my fried fish was strangely flaccid. The chips, however, were excellent. There was a large party at a nearby table which seemed to be the local SNP crowd out for a pre-Christmas nosh - four or five MPs were there including our own. Should have asked her whether her food was any cop, come to think of it.

Mr H thinks it's a female eland.