Pub at lunch, pub in the evening
A day of rest and socialising with folks, taking advantage of the half term. In the afternoon Lorraine drove us to the village of Fletching to the much vaunted pub The Griffin to meet Jess and Andrew. This is apparently a mecca for Sunday roast lovers. A nice drive through the country to get there, another beautiful sunny day, and a good old pub too.
Lorraine had cleverly booked a table in advance, but the pub was a shambles of disorganisation, and the staff were panicking. All the roasts were sold out, due to an unexpected influx of non-booking people. Lorraine and I ate fish and chips. On a Sunday, disrupting the natural order of things. We sat away from the stress of the main restaurant in a small side bar. And I enjoyed a couple of pints of Harveys, although had to remind the stressed young barman to give me back my change.
Jess all cheerful on the birth of her first grandchild, and Andrew, newly retired and recovered from major heart ops this time last year, looked more relaxed and better than I remember seeing him for ages. A cheerful couple of hours chatting with them.
Drove home, and then Lorraine and I walked down to the Evening Star where we met, Glen and Richard, along with assorted brothers of Glen, as well as his stepfather and a nice friend called John, who I think I'd met once before. Good to see Glen, and look at more photos from his wedding with Eleni. Pleased to speak to Richard, whose strangeness when I last bumped into him in the street can was explained by a change in his personal life. Lorraine really enjoyed being out and drinking real ales. One of them was a chocolate stout which was rather amazing.
Home in a cab, and soon boofing into bed.
Lorraine had cleverly booked a table in advance, but the pub was a shambles of disorganisation, and the staff were panicking. All the roasts were sold out, due to an unexpected influx of non-booking people. Lorraine and I ate fish and chips. On a Sunday, disrupting the natural order of things. We sat away from the stress of the main restaurant in a small side bar. And I enjoyed a couple of pints of Harveys, although had to remind the stressed young barman to give me back my change.
Jess all cheerful on the birth of her first grandchild, and Andrew, newly retired and recovered from major heart ops this time last year, looked more relaxed and better than I remember seeing him for ages. A cheerful couple of hours chatting with them.
Drove home, and then Lorraine and I walked down to the Evening Star where we met, Glen and Richard, along with assorted brothers of Glen, as well as his stepfather and a nice friend called John, who I think I'd met once before. Good to see Glen, and look at more photos from his wedding with Eleni. Pleased to speak to Richard, whose strangeness when I last bumped into him in the street can was explained by a change in his personal life. Lorraine really enjoyed being out and drinking real ales. One of them was a chocolate stout which was rather amazing.
Home in a cab, and soon boofing into bed.
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