Sutton Forest is little more than a hamlet with a Scottish shop (which is utterly rubbish - unless, I suppose, you're the sort of Jock who still thinks that kilts are a pretty good idea) and a pub. Ah, a pub.
The pub.The pub's pool table.Around about this time, I managed to stub my toe getting into a shower (I know I'm English but I have a shower once a month whether I need one or not). Thought I'd share the aftermath.
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