@SteveCaple4 I think it is Mercer's Row.
Stevens Scotch Bakery on the corner of Drum Lane.
Those in the queue for the no.7 in The Drapery would have been far grumpier.
@AlisonMitchell There must be a solution
As a Northants follower i think abusing of umpires is vile.
Laws are set and all competitors are aware of them.
Bad weather is part of our game and has been since the year dot.
Accepting the umpires decision should be part of the discipline of life.
Former footballer Graeme Souness will climb the highest peaks in Scotland, Wales and England over three days in a bid to raise funds for people suffering from rare skin conditions in the UK.
He told #BBCBreakfast why he's taking on Scafell Pike, Ben Nevis and Yr Wyddfa to support people living with epidermolysis bullosa
https://t.co/BryEBnIkm3
A decidedly murky morning here at Wantage Road - thunderstorms already affecting the county and a bit of green appearing on the outfield! Full commentary on @NorthantsCCC versus @KentCricket from myself and @BenWattsSport via @BBCSport website and app. #bbccricket
RIP Billy Boston. A titan of a man who brought pride and respect to our town and our club. The first rugby league knight of the realm.
We will miss you enormously.
Now at peace with his beloved Joan, who died just last month after 70 years of marriage. He was 92. ❤️
@WiganWarriorsRL
This is one of my favourite Norman Rockwell paintings, and technically one of his finest. But its real meaning lives in that small room at the back...
The painting is Shuffleton's Barbershop, made in 1950. At first you see a small-town barbershop at night, closed and empty, seen from the street through the front window. Rockwell painted every detail with obsessive care: the cracked blind, the worn magazines, the swept floor.
But look past all of it, through the doorway at the very back. There, in a small lit room behind the shop, three men have gathered after hours. The barber and his friends are playing music together, a cello, a violin, a clarinet, glowing in the warm light while the dark, silent shop waits in front of them.
You can almost hear their song...
And this is why I love this picture: the part of the barber's life that matters most is the little room in the back, after the door is locked, where he becomes something else entirely, a musician among friends, doing the thing he actually loves. Rockwell put the public life in the foreground, large and dim, and the real life far in the distance, small and lit and easy to miss.
It says something true about nearly all of us. The part of a person the world sees, the job and the daily routine, is so rarely the part that holds their heart. The life that matters is often the hidden one, after hours, off to the side, in a back room the passing world never sees. Everyone has one. You just rarely get to look into anyone else's...