I just went down the road to my new ‘local’, the first time on a Sunday night and it was shut; it was shut at nine o’clock, I was lost for words. Not to give in too easily I carried on further down the road to the other two pubs in the village and they too were shut.
I thought the pubs shut early in town on a Sunday but this is, as they say ‘having a laugh’. As I keep saying to my girlfriend, ‘oh you and your country ways’…still we had a nice walk, barring the fact that there are no street lights.
I wonder how ‘injury lawyers are us’ get on with all the claims form people falling over because they can’t see where they are going.
At least the local Co-op was open where we bought some lager and came home, it’s a funny old business this country lark.
I have beer to drink and it seems in the country nine at night is well past my bed time, so I wish you goodnight, more later.
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