The Fat Cat pub in Ipswich is one of the few things in Ipswich I would heartily recommend you actually seek out. It's built in a newish suburb (California - would you believe) and is about 100 years old (which makes it about the age of Berhampore). It has many of the characteristics of british pubs which I like best. Most of all, the comfortable Sunday afternoon yes-i'll-have-a-pint-and-read-my-book-in-the-sun thing.
Also, my newly fattened stray cat Neville sat on me last night and purred. And sat on me this afternoon and purred. And he has a little belly from proper feeding and stripes and everything. And a cynical person might say the horrid cold weather made my warm lap seem more appealing than usual, but I think it is a wonderment anyhow.
Posted by carla at March 24, 2006 11:49 PM