The latest to do this is our esteemed Chancellor who, having delivered his budget, decided to take to the road and buy some things with his very own change taken from his very own pocket in his very own trousers.
And there he was - Rishi Sunak - buying sweets or was it muffins and telling us how happy he was to be in Burnley and at the famous Burnley Market. The only problem was he was actually in Bury. Well I suppose they both do start with the letter B.
Many years ago we stayed for a couple of days in Bury (not Burnley - never been there) and visited the famous market which was impressive. Our hotel was just outside the town and we went in on the bus. When it was time to go back to the hotel we weren't 100 % sure of which bus to take, only knowing that it went along a road a shortish walk from the hotel.
So we asked a bus driver which was the best one to take to get back to the hotel. "That's close to my route. Hop in and I'll take a short detour and drop you outside," he said. And he did. We were most impressed. Lovely place Burnley (sorry Bury).
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I do like my Thursday tennis sessions and yesterday's was a good one only spoiled by the sun which in the Autumn makes things very difficult due to its place in the sky. On more than one occasion I completely lost the ball and had no idea where it was coming from.
Tennis is definitely a game for posers. Not us of course. Today there were a couple of young ladies who behaved as if they owned the courts (there are three courts where we play). They had all the gear. They walked straight past our game without waiting until we had finished a point. They then spent about 10 minutes stretching and doing exercise.
I really thought something special was about to happen. They started playing and my illusions were shattered. They looked very good but their tennis ability was rather poor or average at the best.
Reminds me of an incident a few years ago when I was enjoying a game with my son. Immaculately dressed people on the court next to us asked us to prove that we were club members, which we were. Ok we weren't dressed in immaculate whites as they were. But when they started playing all we could do was laugh at their inability to hit the ball over the net.
I think my son made some very quiet comment as we passed them at the end. Something along the lines of "we may not look very smart but at least we can play tennis."
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I hope you like today's photos which are of Winchester where we visited on the way back from Dorset earlier this week.