The Robbing Butcher Confuses The Entire Village

I have long wondered if my interest in the RB’s opening hours is perhaps bordering on the obsessive. After all – surely the Robbing Butcher has some sort of schedule. Nobody could run a business without one. Could they? Well, anyway – this morning I was perusing the village FaceBook page (always a place ofContinue reading “The Robbing Butcher Confuses The Entire Village”

The Robbing Butcher Shows His True Colours

Well. The Mustress decided to post on the village Facebook page, encouraging people to obey the government’s instructions with regard to social distancing. I pointed out that visiting family on Mother’s Day was very foolish, amongst other things. So far, forty three people have “liked” the Mustress’s post. But one man was not impressed. HeContinue reading “The Robbing Butcher Shows His True Colours”

Mr. Mhor Serves a Sub-Standard Breakfast

Let me start by saying that this is an unusual state of affairs. Generally, Mr. Mhor produces very good breakfasts indeed. But yesterday something went very wrong. The Robbing Butcher (despite signage to the contrary) was closed. Horrified, the Mustress had to obtain supplies from the Co – Op instead. No Stornoway black pudding. NoContinue reading “Mr. Mhor Serves a Sub-Standard Breakfast”

The Mhors Undertake Some Car Park Policing

This was never going to end well. The Mustress and Mr. Mhor had occasion to wait in the car park of a neighbouring village the other day. This was necessary to obtain a grocery delivery. Usually we take along a crossword puzzle book to while away the hours while we wait for the Tesco vanContinue reading “The Mhors Undertake Some Car Park Policing”

Mr. Mhor Constructs A Love Seat

Further to Mr. Mhor’s plans for dealing with the Apocalypse, he decided to purchase a self-assembly love seat to enhance the Mhors’ experience in their garden whilst isolating themselves. It arrived as a flat-pack, with the usual instructions in Serbo-Croat, and I was bewildered by the number of component parts within the parcel. Mr. MhorContinue reading “Mr. Mhor Constructs A Love Seat”

The Robbing Butcher Acquires A Rival

Today, Mr. Mhor and I went to the village fifteen miles away, to collect a parcel. The Robbing Butcher was shut as we drove past his shop. The Mustress thought she could see his silhouette at the back of his storeroom, but maybe this was paranoia. Surely the RB does not spend his entire dayContinue reading “The Robbing Butcher Acquires A Rival”

The Mustress Narrowly Avoids A Confrontation with The Robbing Butcher

Mr. Mhor received a nice, shiny new debit card the other day, so I sallied forth with it immediately, to the Robbing Butcher’s shop. I was convinced that he would be open, so inevitably, he was shut. Nothing loath, I went into the Co – Op and filled my basket with bacon, square sausage, haggis,Continue reading “The Mustress Narrowly Avoids A Confrontation with The Robbing Butcher”

Mr. Mhor Has a Plan for Dealing with the Apocalypse

Donning his Dressing Gown of Doom, Mr. Mhor today pontificated about his plans in relation to preparing for lockdown. Essentially, he thought everything would be fine as long as the Mustress made arrangements to obtain the following: Beer, tobacco, barbed wire, a hammock and a wooden bench. I had a feeling that he shared thisContinue reading “Mr. Mhor Has a Plan for Dealing with the Apocalypse”