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My Grandma on my mum’s side is 90 years old today which I think is wicked, and the way she’s going I reckon she could do another 90 years!

so Happy Birthday Gran!!

I guess I’m getting older, seems like I’m becoming a bit of a grumpy old man and starting to complain about stuff a lot more…

Ira and I spent the day at Blenheim Palace today and although it was quite a nice day out I won’t be going again.

Why?

Simple.

As my bro, Jumbo would say, “they charge like an angry bull”. It was £16 each to get in!

Now I guess it probably costs a lot on upkeep for such a big place, but the price did seem a touch on the high side, and that was before we decided to have a cup of tea and a cream scone and discovered the small pot of clotted cream cost £1 on it’s own…

You can check out a couple of the photos here - Blenhein Palace Expensive Photos

We also stopped for a Sunday lunch in a pub called the Puesdown Inn on the way, it’s on the A417 on the way from Cheltenham to Oxford, and we won’t be going there again either…

It looked a lil’ bit “posh” from the outside and the price tag for two Roast Beef lunches, a half of shandy and an orange juice did seem a little on the high side at £28+

I wouldn’t have minded but we got stuck on a tiny little table in what seemed like a corridor, so we had people squeezing past us every minute or so while we were eating, and the food really wasn’t much cop.

I’m not really a fan of horseradish, but whilst the meat was nice and tender, it was pretty much tasteless and needed the horseradish to give it some taste.

And then of course the was the stingy portion of gravy, but that seems par for the course nowadays and I just don’t understand why chef’s are so damned tight on the gravy. Neither of us finished it all, it was just too dry once the gravy had gone, which didn’t take long as it was pretty watery int he first place.

One of our local cheltenham pubs that charges less than half the cost provides a better roast.

Ah well, whinge over, at the end of the day I do enjoy a sunday pub roast and reading the drivel in the sunday papers.

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