And he told us he was opening a new cafe on the other side of town.
And that it was going to be a great cafe, with a jukebox, and lots of other fabulous things, and we should go down to the opening celebrations, which we did - but we couldn't get through the door so had tea and cake elsewhere instead.
Last week Sunday morning was rather dreary and rainy, so we decided it was high time we headed back to the new cafe.
That combination of turquoise and red!
The most divine scrambled eggs!
And just how many times we will be going back in the future.
I've also started a new campaign, having discovered that Peter *owns* a jukebox, which is currently languishing in a garage somewhere, because it won't fit in our kitchen.
Can we get rid of the table?
Build some kind of extension out into the garden??
You'll probably see me stalking about like a woman possessed with a tape measure in the weeks to come, figuring out just how we can get an enormous 1970s jukebox into our kitchen.
Because it's got to be possible, right?