For no particular reason (well, a little shopping maybe), I exercised my bus pass and ventured into Ipswich yesterday. Other than the ever more irritating visits to my dental practice, this must be my first foray into the county town in years. Remembering how pleasant the place appeared when we first arrived thirty years ago, it would be partial but still fair to suggest that there is no longer much to recommend it.
Old Haunts and Pastimes
Notwithstanding I have never mentioned how this occurred, but earlier this year Mrs. No Name ‘acquired’ her own bowling ball and a last minute decision to get the holes adjusted for a better fit resulted in a hastily arranged overnight Thursday night stay in Norwich. Went to the tenpin bowling centre and ended up playing tenpin for three hours (in my case picking up a …