That report got me all emotional . Pouring my pint down a drain ! What is it all coming to .
the strange part is that I don’t actually miss the beer , I’ve got it indoors , it’s the banter with my mates , the wind ups , the jokes , the sharing of information , finding out who can do what , and for how much , just the general bollocks of it all .
As I drive to the allotment , I should walk really , it’s only ten minutes, I often see one of the regulars and we give a wave to each other . I can’t wait to get in there again . But I will. I have a feeling the pubs will open long before I feel I can trust the world again . The young ones will be let out first . Good luck to them . Just hope it doesn’t start a second wave , the one the government want to use to get rid of the pension burden . And no , I’m not feeling down or depressed about it .
I am going back into “my” pub , but when I think it’s right . Probably Christmas next year . Ha ha .
