One sleep to go.
At 8am tomorrow I’ll be in a queue, in the rain, waiting for life to start.
Yes. An actual new tick.
Will it be a pint in a picture postcard village boozer, bench seating and BBB?
Find out tomorrow. Here’s a very minor clue where I’ll be.
If you’re going to the pub tomorrow, well done you. It won’t be your fault if your Edwardian boozer is shut at Christmas. It’ll be the fault of the Government.
If you go, follow the rules, and be nice to the staff. They hate this more than you do.
And they’re heroes.