Sunday Style

Bill and I decided to stay closer to home today but that doesn't mean we aren't putting our best foot forward.  Bill broke out the new jacket, vest, bow tie and pocket square from yesterday's shopping trip.

This look wound up getting the seal of approval later at the pub.

I broke out the bright pink pants so that I'd be easy to find if Bill and I got separated.

We had a plan to get Sunday roast, do a little grocery shopping, and then hit a matinee.  Those plans were quickly supplanted when we got invited to go to the pub. We made it to the roast at one of our favorite restaurants in town, The Drury House .  We've been there several times, so we quickly got engaged in conversation with the husband and wife owners (Steve and Svetlana).  Then their mate, Mark,  came in and joined the conversation....did we want to go to the pub with him and Steve??  Hell yes!

Mark wound up leaving in the middle of the afternoon but Steve stayed out for a couple more rounds.  He told us several interesting stories.  Sunday Roast is actually a law in England left over from medieval times when land owners were required by law to ensure the peasants had one meal of meat a week.  So we ate our lamb roast like hungry peasants.  He also told us that he has some sort of bone eating disease and is missing part of his collar bone.  I guess other people who have had this disease have died when their jagged collar bone cut their jugular internally.  I listened to this with rapt fascination.

So we never made it to Waitrose or the matinee which was fine with us.