Slow start at the Falcon

I've been feeling a bit rubbish lately (tired, achey) and the blip mojo is still absent. Still, after spending the entire day in bed yesterday either sleeping or watching classic movies (Now, Voyager and Dirty Dancing), I thought it was time to go for a walk.

GG had been awake since 3am ( she'd had to take a friend for an appointment at Gloucester Royal hospital at 7.30 am, and then try to find a drop-off point for clothes for the Turkey/Syria earthquake appeal). We drove to Painswick village, parked in the pub car park, and went into the Falcon Inn for a coffee. The inn was deserted, the coffee was excellent, and we discovered that there is a regular pub quiz night. Then we set off on our walk, the same one that I did with CleanSteve last week, except that I'd lost the guide booklet and went a little wrong at one stage. No matter, it was a pleasant walk in mild conditions. GG has walked the Cotswold Way (a 103-mile National Trail), but in the opposite direction from the one in which we were travelling, so she hadn't really noticed the view we saw today.

When the walk was over, we drove home and I offloaded some birthday cake (2 sorts) onto GG, then she went to see her brother and I went back to bed. Watched a film called The Ghosts of Greville Lodge, whose location seemed familiar. Looked it up, and found it none other than Chavenage house, a stately home not far from here, and latterly more famous for appearing in the TV series Poldark, the one with the bare chested scything man, though of course he was scything on the cliffs of Cornwall, not the lawn of Chavenage ...

CleanSteve and I have got a Valentine's day menu ready- meal deal from Waitrose for supper. Light, tasty, and we haven't even sampled the starter yet! The dealcoholised Chardonnay is strangely drinkable. To top it off, we're watching The Gold, about the Brink's-Mat gold bullion robbery at Heathrow in 1983. It's so full of 1980s dodgy geezers that I feel grubby just watching it.