Self service

Believe me it was tempting at this point in the day to just walk behind the bar and start pulling myself a pint.

The day started very early with the whippet loudly apologising for having dumped in the kitchen, lurched into me crashing the car into the car park wall, after having successfully slalomed through the usual group of lorries dropping off restaurant supplies in the back lane and then really dug the knife in when I knocked a coffee all over myself just minutes before leaving for an important presentation.

The presentation seemed to go well, despite the room being like a sauna and me being unable to take my jacket off in case they thought I'd woke up in a ditch and then thrown up. Once it was over thoughts turned to a restorative pint but there was nobody to be seen. Ready when you are!

All grouchiness of course melted away when we saw the pictures on the news of the devastation caused by the earthquake and tsunami on the other side of the world.