This thread took my fancy…
Well, to save you reading MumsNet, the short answer is NO, Mums don’t go out for impromptu pints. They’d expect 3 weeks notice, with detailed maps, ETA, budgets and childminding arrangements and then expect to cancel at the last minute.
And who just goes out for a pint ?
Well, Chris, obviously. And Will, obviously.
Sadly, I’d just started cutting down the hedge, as this still from the security camera reveals.
But at the precise moment I notices Chris’s text, the electric hedge-cutter packed up.
“Oh, go on out for a pint” said Mrs RM, “I’ll scrub up and join you“.
Why do women always feel the need to “scrub up“, anyway ?
Within half an hour we were down the hill in the Wellington, where the Neepsend beers were both sensational (NBSS 4) and close to £3.
Great to meet Chris D for the fist time since before Covid; I think we got on famously and avoided the controversial subjects that clutter MumsNet. Like VAR, Draught Bass availability in the Amber Valley and OAP bus passes.
That Will has neat handwriting, doesn’t he ? I never did make it to the Dead Poets.
I escorted Chris up the hill to Bar Stewards for a rare Cloudwater on cask (3.5). Mrs RM was on her 3rd pint of evil craft keg by now, as you’ll appreciate if you look at the photos on his blog.
Actually, reading his blog now I realise that he’d had a Proper Day Out, so I was probably wise to help him to his return train.
Which he missed (my fault) meaning we had to have a pint in the back room of the Tap.
The 6.7% Dripping Pitch was a good idea, a really bad idea.
As was the obligatory loo stop in The Crow for the Tiny Rebel Fudge Stout.
Glad I only went out for a quick pint or things would have got messy.
Hope Chris got back safely.