Liquid Lunch

Jack booked a table at the Outhouse so who was I to turn an invitation down? A half hour walk in pouring rain didn’t leave me so keen on an outside table but luckily there was room for us inside with a drookit Doug not complaining either when he arrived! A few pints of IPA, a lot of moaning from me as usual, chat about everything we used to cover in the pub on a Friday, boy it was good!!