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Through the grapevine

Last weekend we went on a trip into the countryside to visit Wroxeter Roman Vineyard – a treat that Fliss had bought me for valentines day last year, but we hadn’t managed to organise a date to go on until recently.

We stayed in the small village of Brosley, just east of Shrewsbury, in a hotel/inn which can only be described as… unusual. The rooms had just been refurbished, in fact – the whole place was being refurbished, except for the rustic looking dining area inside the front door. Our room was nicely themed with roman looking items, a nod to the ancient heritage of the place, and the bed was large and comfortable. But, from the large cat who appeared to be the only one in charge when we arrived, to the 1981 published book on Nude and Glamour Photography which sat on the bookshelf in our room, the place was just plain weird!

Brosley itself was a bit of a one horse town, but did sport Indian, Thai, and Chineese restraunts and several pubs on the high street. We managed to do a lap of the central village area in about a 20 minute walk on Saturday evening, before calling it quits and returning to the hotel with a stash of junk food to see us through the evening.

On the Sunday morning we had some hours to kill before the wine tasting, so we decided to drive into Birmingham for a bit of a shopping expedition. With a some help from Kieran via sms we managed to find the dilapidated shopping centre which housed an American Sports store I wanted to have a look in. I’d seen a feature on the store on TV a couple of years ago, but unfortunately the shop and the building looked to have been closed on a permanant basis since then. With nothing much else to do in that area we were beginning to give up hope that there was a decent shopping centre in Birmingham, however a short drive further into the centre of the city revealed The Bull Ring.

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Breaking the habit

After years of biting my nails on and off, I decided to get myself some of that stuff you put on your nails to stop you from doing it. Stop ‘n Grow is the little bottle of choice, and I applied it for the first time yesterday lunchtime – heeding the instructions’ warning that it must not be applied to broken or sensitive skin.

An hour or so later and things were going well – I had no desire to bite my nails at all, but all of a sudden I became aware I have another disgusting habit. The burning sensation in my right nostril indicated that I perhaps picked my nose… or at least gave it a minor probing a bit more than I thought I did.

Of course, this brought up another reason not to bite my nails – I had no idea which finger I’d been using for said nasal probing, although now that I was aware of the finger to nose problem, and that it caused the burning sensation, I wasn’t doing that any more either. A friend noted that “at least the burning sensation isn’t in your arse”, which I agreed with wholeheartedly!

So here I am on day two – I haven’t bitten my nails yet, and my nose feels fine today too, so obviously that problem is being held at bay by the Stop ‘n Grow into the bargain. Best of all is that I haven’t had to taste the stuff yet – judging by the expression on Fliss‘ face last night when I managed to con her into biting my finger, it’s bloody awful! :o)

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