I went to the pub this afternoon, for the first time in about six months. I was in two minds about it, not wanting to tempt fate; but having waited so long, and being rather curious, I popped a fresh straw in my bumbag (not having needed one for so long) and set off to The Tudor Barn.
When I got there it was already quite busy, with everyone outside, sat at tables on the grass. There was quite a jolly atmosphere despite the overcast skies, with staff bringing drinks and food out to everyone. I was given a table quite quickly. Of course the staff remembered me, and that I liked to drink real ale. Not wanting to go overboard, I just had one, but it was good to be back there: it has been a long few months for everyone, and it was good to see a glimpse of normality.