Farewell, British Legion

Stitch n Bitch met at the British Legion again last night - briefly. For the third week running, the staff swore they'd had the heating on all day in the back room, and for the third week running, the radiators were stone cold, and we were too cold to take our coats off. After half an hour (mostly to wait for any late comers) we gathered up our bags and walked out.
We wont be going back. Tracy said that she'd had similar problems last year, when she was running Fringe events in there during Hay Festival. And then they wonder why no-one wants to book the room.
We decamped across the road to Kilverts, which was warm, and they had coffee, and decent real ale (Butty Bach and the Rev. James last night), so we actually had quite an enjoyable evening.
Next week, we'll be back in the Wool and Willow shop, though, for the foreseeable future.

When I took Islay out for her evening walk, I ran into the chap with Bob the greyhound (I often know the dog's name better than the person - imagine a blushing smilie here). He was on his way to the launderette to pick up some washing, which is how we got onto the subject of machines that don't work. He's been having the same problem as me - "They were just the same as when they went in, only wetter," he said.