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Sunday 1st September - Where Is My Counter House Mind?
The Love In My Heart and I had a good night's sleep, and Brian the cat was purring contentedly as he headed up to say hello to us both with his super cute face wanting Dreamies and to get up. I got up and then fed him, and he was of course super happy and purring more, which was good. I did watch the remainder of Match of the Day that I had not watched (as I went to the bed after seeing Manchester City's game, as I was tired.) and that did at least mean that I got to see some good games - and then on with the Paralympics.
What I didn't realise was that today was going to be such a historic day for the Great Britain team. They would end today with twelve gold medals, across cycling, athletics, swimming and rowing, which was super impressive and went to show just how much a lot of the athletes really have trained so hard and pushed themselves onwards. When I did watch The Last Leg later on it was essentially a full show of celebrating all those gold medals and rightly so too.
Back to the day, and The Love and I got ourselves ready and headed out into the city centre, getting off at New Islington tram stop and walking along by the canal basin and through to Cutting Room Square, and into Seven Bro7ers Beerhouse where our friends were there with a table and we had a beer in there to start the afternoon. It was always good to catch up and natter, and as it was one of our friends' birthdays tomorrow, it was good to hand over a nice present of the wine we got from the Holmfirth Vineyard a couple of weeks ago, so definitely appreciated all round.
We had booked The Counter House a couple of doors down, and so was able to head in there and have Sunday lunch complete with great tunes including Where Is My Mind by Pixies (make that tune of the day) and plenty of other good pieces. I ordered the fish and chips which I'd had in there before and was consistently good, with The Love and one of our friends having the roast chicken, and our birthday friend having a Greek salad, which looked really fresh and nice actually. All the staff were all really nice throughout (a similar experience to what we have had before) and that really does make a difference.
We did of course brave the rain quickly that had been coming down and went back to Seven Bro7ers Beerhouse (would have been rude not to, to be honest) and I did try their new sour, Currant Affairs. It was very blackcurrant like and very nice indeed, with a good little sour kick along the way too. I have to say that that and the session are both really good and can recommend them - and later on it was Happy Hour which meant that the Helles was a mere £4 a pint, can't argue with that really.
I headed off later to catch my train, leaving The Love and friends to have another drink. I was on the 1655 train back (primarily to avoid all the Man U fans heading back to London later) and at Stockport, another train load got on due to the previous 1635 train being cancelled at Stockport. It was carnage and not very nice all the way to London - I was glad I had my seat but fitting two train loads into one 9 carriage train really doesn't go, and poor form from Avanti Worst Coast with the lack of foresight and good maintenance.