The pub’s shut.

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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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, althought to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non existant. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which if I had the time would be updated on a much more frequent basis, however country life and children seem to be a full time occupation. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. That's all for now, toodle pip.
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