A handsome chap asked if I would like to saunter on down to the pub for a beer or two. Unfortunately I was going out with my boyfriend. Fortunately, the handsome young chap and the boyfriend were one and the same person! Sometimes husband and I are very silly, but whatever, the upshot was that we headed to the Dolphin.
The pub wasn’t exactly full but it wasn’t exactly empty. Down at the other end there was karaoke, in the cross benches (the middle bar) were various folk and we sat at “our” end where various chums were sitting at the bar. Our drinks obtained, we sat at a nearby table, near enough to be friendly, but far enough to allow them to chat without us intruding. As usual our conversation ranged over a variety of topics – what we would order for the meal at another pub with the ukulele crew on Monday, things we had done separately today – him to a gig in Bridgewater, me on a trip to Newport in Wales with daughter, books we were reading, the beer he was drinking, grandparents and us… the sort of random things one normally covers in a pub.
Time called, drinks drunk, we sauntered home. No moon tonight, but we found our way down the main street in the village – not called the High Street as I always think of it, but in fact Old Church Road. As ever we chatted about this and that, and on arriving home decided a whisky and another glass of wine were just the thing!
Lois Elsden 