Some of the Regulars

And Andy's new dog. The old one was some black Scottie dog type thing which had temperament unsuited to sitting for hours in the pub. It would suddenly go for people coming in that far door. Which provided occasional amusement, of course.
But what about that budget? I need to go through it all and get my head round it. I do. I must. I will.
Anyway, back to the above. It was going to be an early night but then we realised that MrT would clock up another year at midnight. This called for a couple of rounds of whisky. What a good, good, idea. At the time.