28th September 2019
I had a report from Louise that our second guest had left the place spotless. It didn’t look as if he stayed there at all, she added.
“How many takeaway boxes were there in the rubbish bin?” I enquired.
“He even changed the bag in bin, and put in a clean one” she replied.
Now that is odd, from experience, men do not change the rubbish bag, unless instructed to do so, or they want to hide something, so one can only wonder what was in it.
I just have the weekend to go before I get my house back, then I can get back to doing something useful.
I went out for a drive because Nicola and Colin were having friends visit, and I didn’t want to be seen as the senile old git sitting in the corner. So I drove to Curry Rival, a village a few miles up the road. I particularly wanted to visit the Sandpit, a shop that sells all things for log burners. I was interested in a cast iron potato oven that cooks from the heat of the stove.

I am partial to the odd baked potato, and I thought it might be novel for the Airbnb business as well.
I went for lunch at the Firepit, a pub/restaurant opposite the log burner place. It seems a lot places in Curry Rival have “ Pit” in the name.
There is the churchpit, corner storepit and the garagepit, I guess this village is the Pits.
I decided to go for the vegan option, this was a chickpea burger with a beetroot pickle, lettuce and tomato on a bun, and a side of skinny fries and coleslaw. Normally I don’t like beetroot, I would rather eat a handful of mud, however this was quite nice. It was not a meal I would dream about, but adequate.