You want something to cheer you up?
Here’s my Mum & Dad, combined age 165, greeting my niece’s boyfriend, a native of Chicago (wherever that is).
Its better than the Lady Gaga rendition at the 2016 Superbowl, anyway.
They’re coping better than me to be honest, as long as me and Sis drop them off some groceries every couple of days and wave over the hedge.
I’m being worn down by the gifs and videos being sent on an hourly basis by Curry Charles, the relentless bashing of our medical experts and the lack of new BRAPA.
And I’m really missing this.
Our village shops are also a bit too small for comfort, so I walked the 2 miles to the One Stop in Milton.
If I combine shopping for essentials with my exercise I’m allowed over an hour, right?
Only just, if it was.
Milton was where I bought my first house, back when the Waggon & Horses was the GBG regular, all strong beer and cider and later a Monster Raving Looney candidate as Landlord.
It’s a rare pub gain, having survived conversion to a posh Italian restaurant by Elgoods.
Almost next door the Lion & Lamb is the diner’s choice, an oddly expensive pint almost justified by the investment in the garden. The car park used to be the library.
Across the road (it’s well pubbed, here) the White Horse is the most recent Guide pub. Lovely, lively, local and your best pint. Choose Doom Bar, obvs.
No one in the One Stop while I bought milk, mature Cheddar and M & Ms, half expecting my bag to be checked for “essentials”.
On the corner, a quick look to the (Jolly) Brewer, remarkably a second pub to return from the dead in Milton in recent years.
No sign of Queen Anne Lodge becoming a Brew Dog any time soon.
Four pubs you could touch the doors of in 90 seconds, easy, and certainly drink a pint in each in half an hour if it were legal.
One day, I hope, I will have the chance to do that again.