It was HoF's birthday last Saturday. A Big One. But there was a problem. Because his usual birthday treat is a stroller ticket to the Bridgnorth Jazz Festival which involves strolling from venue to venue, ie pub to pub, to listen to the various musicians. Tricky when you are on crutches. Some people suggested a supermarket trolley would come in handy! After deliberation and studying the programme, we decided that we would have lunch in the pub where his favourite musician was playing, and that I would stroll to see mine.
Here is his pin-up. Not the blonde singer, by the way, but the curly haired pianist.
Bridgnorth is a beautiful town, and the place where I went to school. In some ways I appreciate it more now without the Terror of the Teachers, although it has lost something with becoming a tourist destination.
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