Pub

This is the view through the window of the Guildford Arms of the spectacular ceiling inside. The beer was fairly spectacular, too.
I went up to town to met up with Els, Robert and Chris. Els was delighted to have found a shop that sells crumpet rings (cue Sid James, Hur, hur hur). I have no idea why they are not sold in Heerlen; a kitchen essential, surely?
Robert had emptied Fopp of bargain £3 CDs and Chris had searched Jenners in vain for the right knitting wool.
After M finished work, we went for a meal and a dram at the Scotch Malt Whisky Society premises at the Vaults. I am now stuffed and drowsy with the fine food and drams and over-hot radiators.
It is so nice to see Els free of pain from her trigeminal nerve, and (of course) still gorgeous!
Tot ziens, zoetje :)