When I got home, I went to the pub. The rain made sitting under the parasols a nightmare, but it was a relief to have a convesation with someone who wasn't an 18 year old college drop out ontop of a hill.
Monday 7 July 2008
Sixteen Days (Part 10)
It started raining the second I left Winchester and hasn't yet stopped. I kept falling asleep in the car, but just before we crossed the Severn Bridge, we stopped for lunch in a pub in the middle of nowhere but posh enough for the dishwashers to have memberships to golf clubs. They served probably the best gravy I've ever tasted.
When I got home, I went to the pub. The rain made sitting under the parasols a nightmare, but it was a relief to have a convesation with someone who wasn't an 18 year old college drop out ontop of a hill.
When I got home, I went to the pub. The rain made sitting under the parasols a nightmare, but it was a relief to have a convesation with someone who wasn't an 18 year old college drop out ontop of a hill.
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