Early Doors

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Still full of cold, but it's now abating somewhat, which is a good job as we've got John [pictured the old Zenith pocket watch of mine that he's just fixed up for me] staying for a few days, and we also had our monthly lunch club today at The Gazelle in Menai Bridge, at erm, sort of tea-time-ish. Apparently this time of eating [ca 17:00-18:00] is becoming de rigueur amongst the younger generations here in the UK, who all seem to go to bed at the sort of times which in my youth would have been well into the start of my evening/early morning socialising: nine or even as early as eight o'clock at night. So the trend now is to eat out effectively in the late afternoon, in order to ensure that digestion doesn't interfere with getting off to sleep. To someone of my generation, this just seems frankly bizarre, but there you go. 

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