After a rare trip to the allotment, before I could find the strength to go back to work and feeling like shit with a cold, I pop down the pub in the late afternoon.
A woman, seemingly of Germanic origin (I caught the addresses on the postcards she wrote) asks to sit at my table, right in my space. She sits, doesnt buy a drink, and proceeds to eat an apple noisily .
In the meantime, three young women, who seem to be regulars, come out of the wind, having previously left their pushchairs across doorways and steps outside, totally blocking these ways in, and sit at an adjacent table. Each one has a toddler, who appear to be allowed free range of the pub, and the freedom to growl and scream. One young woman seems it is a good trick to teach her child to say "bugger". "Bugger, bugger, bugger" , "Bugger, bugger bugger".
Add to that the sulky young check out assistant in the Co-op whose name badge says her name is "Coley". Why not "Haddock" or "Dogfish" or "Flounder"? Is there no hope?
3 comments:
Small, uncontrolled children in pubs are good for the Off Licence Trade and are doing more harm to pubs than the Smoking Ban.
I taught my son to say fascist, but he never said it to anyone but me.
Tell 'em all to sod off. It's one of the (few) privileges of grieving
Jenny xx
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