Stagnant

 The BBB was a bit under the weather this week.  Although feeling a bit better by the time I was working on Wednesday, when I asked him if he felt out to coming out to meet me somewhere, he said he was feeling OK, there just wasn't really anywhere he really wanted to go.

...and that sums it up sometimes.

There are lots of nice places we go in Eastbourne - partly out of habit and partly out of the urge to sit somewhere other than home with a pint and chat about the day (or play a game, or something) but almost none of them would cut the mustard in our other home.

Conversely both BBB and myself had the same thought when he said there was nowhere he wanted to go.  Apparently, our immediate thought (despite being on the opposite side of town at the time) was that were we in Bristol there would still have been a myriad places we'd feel enthusiastic about going to.

We extended the conversation at the Crown, yesterday.  He was much better but I seem to have picked up a low-level virus, making me feel a bit blah.  We were a little disappointed in the guest beer - it wasn't bad but it was another pale ale (think Timmy Taylor Landlord which we'd had the night before).  We didn't really want to go anywhere else but it hadn't been an entirely satisfactory pub visit.

I'd been thinking that as it had been a sunny day then a bus trip over to Brighton would be quite nice - but sitting on a bus for over an hour just to go to the Evening Star somehow didn't feel quite right.

Again, we mused on why that might be in Eastbourne and how different it might be if we'd chosen to live in Hastings instead but we live where we live and it works...even if the beer offering is less than optimum.

We'll live in hope for now...