For What It's Worth

Out for a beer and a chat, and if I am honest I prefer a quiet pub with friendly staff and a nice selection of malts...

But tonight was fine. Although I am perplexed, or too old, or something...

Why do people go out in torrential rain, wearing little more than a prayer? And more importantly, how the hell do they manage to be stay dry? I was dripping after having arrived at the pub mostly under the protection of a brolly, wearing more than whim to shield me from the downpour.

Force fields, I reckon!

Anyhow... lots of change tonight, so the children might eat this week after all.