The Brunching Coffee Share

Hello, if we were having a coffee today it would be with brunch.

I got to properly brunch today.  The place we went charges £1.50 extra for baked beans, so I got a kid’s portion of beans on toast for £1.90 instead.  More beans and an extra slice of toast.  Job’s a guddun.

It’s not my favourite brunch place, but you don’t need to queue and sometimes that’s good.

My friend’s 2 year old came out too, so we spent an hour or two looking for Father Christmas and windmills, the latter because the only Father Christmas we could find is 30 foot high and sat on top of Manchester Town Hall.

Last weekend I was complaining that I had a sore backside.  I think we’ve decided that it’s more than likely a trapped nerve rather than anything too muscular.  I’ve been putting it off because I don’t like doing it, but I think I’m going to take a course of anti-inflammatories to see if that will help.

I went to buy a hot water bottle to sit / lie on, thinking that that might help.  The only place I could think to buy one was Argos.  I found one and went to pay for it.  They asked for an e-mail address to send a receipt to.  I don’t mind this because it saves paper and means I have a copy, I just need to unsubscribe when the junk arrives.  However, they then presented me with a foot long receipt showing all my payment details etc as a normal receipt would, and I still don’t have the e-mail.

The only other thing that’s been helping is poking myself, but there’s certain social acceptability standards in doing that while grimacing walking down the street or corridor from work.

Moo decided to help me with the laundry this week.

So helpful.  Talking of cats, I used to know one called Simon because he was Simon’s cat but Simon moved out and his cat decided he quite liked it where he always was.  When I knew him, he was living rough but getting fed by various people.  Anyway, I saw this on Facebook and remembered about the other handsome cat:

I had a couple of weird dreams this week.  One bothered me, one didn’t.  The one that didn’t had me in a car wearing a pair of, as yet, unreleased football boots.  I’ve had a few pairs of this type in the past, with two of them being in my favourite boots ever.  I was showing them to an unidentified person next to me.  I woke up with a cut on my nose and a sore eye!

The other dream was of someone I know taking a selfie.  Well, the selfie was already on Instagram.  It was actually on the app.  I remember the person looking a bit blank, maybe empty, on the photo, despite a smile.  Despite it being on the app, it zoomed out and there was a person in the background leaving on a motorbike.

While we’re on the subject, I’ve recently added getting a motorbike licence to the list of things I’d like to do if / when I become unemployed.  I don’t particularly want a bike, but I’d like to be able to ride one if I ever needed it.  If I used one regularly, I think I would really hurt myself, although I do like to think that my car driving flows quite well so I might not be that bad!

It wasn’t me riding the bike in my dream! (I don’t have a licence yet, so that should be obvious!)

I was genuinely sleeping when dreaming, but last week my mother gave herself a black eye while apparently feinting after throwing up in the bathroom in the middle of the night.  I wonder if she just fell asleep.  This incident came in to conversation as one of my friends had been unwell with a similar thing.  He sent me a message a few days afterwards to say that he’d done similar to my mother, only the radiator / wall came off worse than his head.

On Monday night, I went to go see The Killers playing Manchester Arena.  I love the The Killers, especially live.  I had a spare ticket because, somehow, everyone that said they would of had something else come up, from holidays to Cuba to parent’s birthday parties.  I went down my entire phone book and I think there was only 1 person I didn’t try.  I put it on Facebook and in my Instagram story even trying to give it away with lifts to and from the venue.  I stopped short of offering dinner too, which maybe I should have done.

I ended up going on my own, which just gave me somewhere to put my coat and a bit more room for me to “dance” in.  I didn’t think it was the best show I’ve been to of theirs, but I still loved it.  They played my favourite song of theirs (A Dustland Fairytale) and somehow I’d managed to forget entire albums, so it was always a nice surprise when I heard those first few chords.


We went out after work on Thursday night.  It’s not something we do regularly, but it’s kind of nice when we do.  The place we went had a hand drier with a physical button it:

I realised that I hadn’t seen one of those for ages.  Yes, that’s the sort of thing I notice.

No new Pokémon this week, but I did catch the worst Raikou that it’s possible to catch, so that’s something to be proud of.

It’s been a while since I’ve used my Sunday Coffee posts to talk about this blog, but quickly, to finish…  There’s a little bell icon at the bottom of the page.  If you click it, you can subscribe and get notifications of new posts in your browser.  It only collects data that any other stats service does, so I’m not collecting anything I know how to use maliciously!

The other thing is that I realise I’m approaching the end of my full calendar year of blogging.  I’m not going to say too much but I’ve had some ideas and I’m putting plans in place but I may wait till next year before going for it.

Anyway, I hope you’ve had a grand week.  Speak next Sunday.




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