Back in the summer, I wrote about my failed attempts to secure tickets for my daughter to see Taylor Swift on her Eras tour next summer. I ignominiously failed at the first hurdle, being dumped on the waitlist while others grabbed their seats.
And so to the previously unremarked street of St Mary's Terrace in the village of Twyford, near Winchester. Or rather, the previously unremarked street of St Marys Terrace. Or rather, the now famous street of St Mary's Terrace.
Let's start this week's column with a modern-day moral conundrum. Last Tuesday, I ordered a takeaway pizza.
A couple of months ago, I went on a delayed weekend break to Iceland. I was meant to visit earlier in the year on a walking holiday, but did my back in and couldn't go.
One of the benefits of living in this part of the world is the closeness to some of the best coastline in the country. Last week, for the tail end of half term, we had a long weekend down in Lyme Regis.
Last weekend I took part in a charity quiz in aid of the Stars Appeal here in Salisbury. The Stars Appeal raises fund for Salisbury District Hospital so it was one of those ‘good fun for a good cause’ type evenings.
Like everyone, I’ve watched the unfolding events in the Middle East with shock and horror. It’s difficult to know what to say without sounding trite, but just because I’m not writing about it doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about it, and especially those caught up in such a desperate situation.
Monday morning, as usual, started with a cup of tea and the word guessing game, Wordle. My starter word, for those who are interested, is always Stear. On Monday, that only gave me a T and R in the wrong place. My second guess, Trick, got them in the right place, but no other letters. I then went Trump, which gave me a U (this is going somewhere, I promise). My fourth guess, Truly, got me no further. It was only after a lot of head scratching that I got the day’s word on the fifth go. Truth.
Following last week’s column about surge pricing and the humble pint of beer, this week’s edition of my ‘Is nothing sacred?’ series turns its attention to an even more British institution: our daily cup of tea.
When is the price of a pint of beer not the price of a pint of beer? When 'surge' pricing is in operation.
