I got a very kind letter from the Chertsey Agricultural Association, thanking me for shouting at them at their annual dinner. The Guildhall looked amazing that evening and the smells coming up from the kitchen were really good.

I did my town crier duties and I guess they liked it because they kindly offered me a seat at the banquet. I said “thank you” but explained that I had to get home because Mrs B had made a fish pie.

Turns out that while I was busy doing the town crier thing, the wife and the cat both got peckish and snaffled 90% of the pie between them.

So it turns out that I turned down a luxury dinner for a spoonful of pie and a cheese sandwich!