It was quiet in the pub last night. Hardly anyone there, which given the atrocious weather was hardly surprising. I arrived at five in torrential rain, which has done the lane a power of no good whatever and left just before one in an identical downpour. It was a long slow night.
A young couple came in and ordered drinks and a meal. I say young couple, they were to me. To Stonch, the young buck, they'd probably be a couple of middle aged crumblies. When the man of the pair came up to pay, he was shocked to find that we don't accept cards. He had no cash. His lass was potless too, so he had to jump in his car, rattle off down the very bumpy lane and seek a cash point. He left his girl as a deposit.
She was pleasant, chatty and easy on the eye. He returned after about half an hour with the dosh, so I didn't get to keep her. Pity that!
BARGAIN HUNTING IN ENVILLE-LAND - I always enjoy the trips into the sliver of south Staffs between the Black Country and Bridgnorth. Please don’t bore me with the county history in comment...
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