A blank evening

Well my description of the day just gone has proved accurate. The creative writing workshop sadly didn’t happen, so me and my friend just sat and chatted. We made good friends with the landlady of the pub, who it must be said, has transformed a hitherto run down establishment into one the locals can be proud of.

A publican is a very noble, and quintessentially English profession, and this landlady certainly does the profession every credit with her friendliness and warm welcome. It’s a traditional olde worlde pub with no loud music, no drunks, and no trouble. It has a decent atmosphere, and a place to chat freely to staff and the regulars. I like it. 

Well the day hasn’t turned out as expected, but it’s dealt with. Cup of tea when I get in, and off to bed. 


Allen Brooks


Author: allenbrooks44

44 year old adult living with Autism...

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