Saturday 16 March 2024

Featherweight Taproom

A light breakfast was all that lined my stomach from a very dark pint of stout from a London taproom. We went out to stay with our friends who have recently moved to a place with a significantly larger footprint. We walked through a muddy trail in a nearby park to get to said taproom, I spent most of the journey back pretending to be sober. 

Dinner with our hosts brought me back from the brink though, that and a few board games and watching Stanley Tucci sample the delights of Italy (they saw the book I was reading and hit play on the program, there was no protest from me). I'm already sad tomorrow is Sunday, I'll have to make the most of our time with our chums before we head back to a new reality.

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