25th December 2022.
It was a joy to have both boys home with us for Christmas, unwrapping presents, singing carols, watching re-runs of Noel Edmonds making folk blub.
Don’t be daft.
25th December means the shops are shut and pubs close early, if they open at all. And Mrs RM INSISTED on cooking a roast when a reheated Crispy Beef would have suited the boys fine.
Matt took a stroll with me round Hillsborough.
“Fancy a pint in the Spoons ?“. It was a lovely moment.
The Rawson Spring at 11am was full of the spirit of Christmas;
Groups of Old Boys out for a pint of Carling and a chat, a few couples, a bloke on a mobility scooter driving through the bar. NOBODY in festive jumpers (except the Spoons staff), and “Fairytale of New York” wasn’t TOO much of an intrusion. It wasn’t full, but it certainly looked like it had been worth JDW’s while to open early.
We brought up the options on the App.
That’s all she wrote. No food, no snacks, no nothing. I sensed the staff didn’t really want to be operating table service today, so we surveyed the options at the bar, which is part of what visiting pubs is about (see current heated debate on CAMRA Discourse).
I know this is the “season of goodwill to all men” but when someone asked for a taster of the Stonehenge I may have muttered “FFS” under my breath.
Ooh look, a Christmas pudding themed beer from Orkney. Why not ?
Lovely, it was. Cool, thick, rich. An NBSS 3.5 Christmas present.
I haven’t signed Matt up to CAMRA yet.
Mrs RM called. “FOOD ON THE TABLE !!!!!”.
Yes. We did finish our pints. We’re not animals.