Mahinda’s Little World

Over the Easter weekend, I went Down South to see the folks, and cunningly managed to squeeze in a visit to Mike and Debs, over in Bury St. Edmunds.

The pair of them are dear friends of mine, who I hardly get to see. Debbie in particular, I’d not seen for about a year and a half. So it was about time I visited.

It’s a sodding long way to Bury, deceptively so since, like Devon and Cornwall, you just assume that East Anglia isn’t really that big. Well, I do, anyway. It’s definitely all very flat, though.

I got there on Sunday afternoon, and chilled out* for a while with Mike before Debs got home (being a nurse, she works odd hours). Then we headed into town for some tapas (at La Tasca - ’twas nice enough, but nothing super-special) and then a few tasty beers.

* I.e. watched the Liverpool match, featuring an unbelievably lucky goal.

I crashed in their spare room, which featured the coolest tablelamps in the world ever! They’re little round things, with the obligatory lampshades on top…but the cool thing is, they don’t have conventional on/off switches. Instead, you tap the round body of the lamp - once for dim, again for medium, a third time for bright and then again to turn it off again. Genius!

I’d NEVER have figured it all out if Debs hadn’t come back in to tell me.

Woke up the next day, headed out around Bury to pick up a few things, had coffee at Capitalist Pig-Dogs (aka Starbucks**) and returned just in time to catch Spurs vs. Manchester United.

** Does anybody else still think of Face in the original Battlestar Galactica every time Starbucks gets mentioned? I do.

Me being a Spurs fan and him being ManU made it extra good, and it was a GREAT game of football to begin with. End-to-end stuff, with some lovely football being played by both sides. We were unlucky to lose 2-1, having dominated most of the game but it was a top-notch game so never mind.

Debs knocked up a lovely lunch, too - some sort of African-inspired*** grilled chicken with feta couscous. Mmmmmmmm.

*** By dint of it featuring harissa paste.

Soon after the game, I headed back to MancLand. It was a looooong journey up the A14 and M6, but I got home eventually. Think it was straight to bed from there.