Posted: 16/04/2017 at 20:57
Can't be doing with Rowan Atkinson so no Maigret here. Plenty of chocolate tho.
LB I spent my teenage years living in Grappenhall with Saturday morning trips to the covered market in Warrington for fruit and veg and the pork butcher in the nearby streets for ham on the bone for Sunday tea and a joint of pork when we weren't having lamb or brisket. My mum was a very boring, predictable cook and we always knew what day of the week it was by what was for dinner.
All gone now. Progress?
On the other hand, the first time we went in the Mersey flowing over the weir was covered in pink foam from pollutants and at least that has all been cleaned up.