Much delayed I know but eventually we managed to meet up with Cousin Pete for a rather pleasant evening in Wolverhampton last night which is looking more and more like deserted parts of Detroit.

Anyway, in company with Karen, Cousin’s Ross & Heather and Ross’s Dad Rob (my Uncle) and some of his family, we all had a real laugh – just like being back in the 1970′s.

We met up in the The Great Western, of course, for an excellent pint of Bathams but I think that Mine and Pete’s adventures on the Trans-Siberia rather got the better of us with the Russian style toasting, especially in the Red Fort which I have to add is a really good curry and not too pricey (as compared with the Bilash).

However, a night to remember really and I don’t have a hangover this morning, despite copious amounts of Cobra.

We do some mad things at times. Battling through the snow after an afternoon’s drinking with The Stymaster & Mistress being one of them but these are events that you remember for ever. I knew it was going to snow yesterday but when Mary looked out of the window in The Pretty Bricks and said “it’s a lot worse than I thought it would be” I knew we would be in for an adventure home.

Thing is though, despite the snow, I would have had a 30 minute walk home as the bus service in Essington doesn’t recognise Walsall as a destination, a topic of some debate here in The Principality.

Despite that, it was a rather splendid afternoon, and The Beer in The Bell was superb, and good company always ensures it went too quickly.

I woke up this morning to about 4 inches of snow and was surprised to see it had drifted somewhat, so much so it has taken me most of the morning to move it.

With the temperature just about freezing this weekend, it will qualify for a drink with the Stymaster and Mistress. You see, we can’t meet up for a drink unless the temperature is in extremis – its part of the rules.