The new landlord is ensconced and his first job has been to fill the oil tank. For the first time in months (or is it years?) the heating is back on. The pub, frankly, has been freezing recently, despite its coal/log fire, which is all too easily blocked by the chilled.
Plum Pudding is promised and the beer was in good form when I nipped in to say hello. There are even some new pictures on the wall and of course, accompanying John, the new boss, is a statutory new dog.
Fingers crossed eh?
I'm heading up there soon and the radiator behind my seat will be on. Great.
2 comments:
I hope you moaned about the price of the bitter first.
cooking lager its to cheap
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