There I was sat sitting in Mollys at the bar, cold and lovely pint glistening on the bar and enjoying the view outside of Lunny Sondon.

A fella from the brewery comes in and starts talking to the barman about a bar refit they are going to have.

Now I did busy myself reading my magazine but, well some of the lines were hard to resist commenting on!

Bloke from Brewery – “I’ll have a look downstairs and check out your plumbing”

Mmmmph! Not a word escaped my lips, not an eyebrow was arched in the direction of the barman. My tongue was bit. You would have been proud of me.

Next they were discussing the space for a new chiller unit under the bar

Bloke fro Brewery – “Well you need about 16 inches down there for clearance” pointing under the bar top.

Barman “Well anyone would struggle to fit 16 inches in down there but we can try”

I fucking drew blood! I think a bit of my tongue is missing.

Cometh the Pub.

You don’t really need a dream that makes you wake up and think “Oh my God!” do you. I certainly don’t want a dream where you wake up and think to yourself; “You dirty little fecker!”

I mean we do all have dreams about people we know but sometimes you can surprise yourself.

And NO.

I am NOT going into details.

In other news,

Just for general info again, but I very rarely accept invites from people who don’t put some sort of message in the space provided on the invite page.

Have a good day people.

Makes sense to me.