You can tell how ruddy happy I am that things are starting to open up again in England, including the pubs, just from this one picture of me and my mates.
Usually it takes 5,000,000 attempts to get something semi-passable. This means one of two things.
A) I’m very, very happy
B) My tolerance to alcohol has fallen off a cliff edge
You know what? I don’t even care. First, cider. Secondly, and this may be a minor, insignificant detail, but…
THE PUBS ARE OPEN AND I CAN SEE MY FRIENDS AGAIN (IN PERSON) AND THERE IS SOME HOPE FOR THE FUTURE AND YES THAT MAKES ME A LITTLE EMOTIONAL AND NO, I’M NOT CRYING, YOU ARE.
Mumma B’s reaction to all this?
(By the way, shout-out to all pubs up and down the length of the United Kingdom, including The Hop – where above photo was taken. You’re all superstars.)
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