We live in a small, rural, market town. It boasts little or nothing in the way of gaming amenities. Until now. Or so we believe.
About a month ago, rumour reached us that a discreet teashop - of which we have many - was branching out. They advertised, among the home-made scones and lovingly crafted flapjack, supplies of paint and minis from Games Workshop.
Sufficiently bizarre you may think. It got better. On investigation, a small sign appeared in the front door announcing game nights every Friday. Now, presumably, it is possible to top off that cream tea with a swift purchase of missing Lich Purple and a quick burst of wargaming. It sounds enchanting. Note, however, the "presumably" in that previous sentence.
There is a catch. So far, we have been unable to sample the delights. Now last week was all Jubilee-tastic, and the bloke who runs the games was on holiday. This week we advanced with high hopes and found nothing. Well, not nothing. The Finklegate Tea Room is still just where it should be. No gaming though.
We're hoping bloke is still on holiday because the whole concept tickles me greatly. Plans are afoot to introduce more than Warhammer, but these cannot happen if the place doesn't open.
Perhaps there's a secret password?
In the meanwhile, I await another week with baited breath. Do we or do we not have a game night in our midst? With flapjack.