Coventrys magnificent Drama ( and the missing Dong )

Well. you know its my week of  'R and R'  so I ventured into Town  to 'The Old Windmill' in 'Spon Street' for a pint of 'Old Rosie'. Finally, perhaps they read my recent Blog entry?, the council has got there act together and completed and re-opened the street. The press has dived on the fact that the tarmac replacement for cobbles, with Gold Flecks is not very medieval, but that said, if you look right down 'Spon Street', in the distance you are greeted with a magnificent sixties tower block?.
                                                              My alcove was littered  with married academics and the likes," Ive been married 35 years now" etc, not sure if I should be happy or sad for them?, but good company. On finishing my pint I ventured past one man enjoying his solitary pint in another lounge with two gorgeous dogs sleeping on the floor by an open fire, now that's how a Pub should be!, then into the cold night air. I passed a couple dining in the front window of  'Blue', perhaps not such a good table choice as the women was clearly upset, being betrayed?... what a drama!. Then feeling suitably peckish avoided the first Kebab shop, (learned my lesson last week) and ventured into the 'City Diner'. After requesting a large Donor kebab with salad and chilli sauce, I was presented with Kebab meat, lettuce and sauce in a polystyrene tray. Well, thinking they must be turning over in there graves on the isle of Crete, pragmatically I accepted the complimentary plastic fork and made my way to Broadgate. Almost chocking on the kebab meat due to my own greed, I was greeted by a wonderful peel of bells from the Cathedral, apparently 'Midlands Today' ran an Item this evening about it missing its Dong!, so I was distracted enough to venture down 'Bailey Lane' and grab a half at the 'Golden Cross' as I  enjoyed the show, They stopped for a tea break and there was two, very palpable Dongs that followed; I think the campanologists made there point.
         Then as before I walked home passed Kirby House, much quieter this evening, and littered with the most beautiful and romantic golden leaves of late Autumn.