Wheatsheaf

Bit of a flat day today... Bex here from 11.30 - after the excitement of music college open evening today was inevitably going to be a relatively unexciting day - even before she saw the bus timetable and realised she will have to catch the bus at 7.15am next year (returning at 6.30pm...).
V saw her favourite Dad's ex and she took the news about me very well. But then V heard another Dad's ex is dying - cancer has spread to her brain - and that made her feel very flat.
At least we got out for a drink at the olde worlde Wheatsheaf pub, which she prefers to the swanky Greyhound. Just us and a couple of blokes in there- one of whom was loudly explaining how he'd get himself a woman but he couldn't really afford it on his army pension. The barmaid was arguing that the woman should pay half anyway, much to V's delight... I stopped taking him seriously (if I ever did) when he proudly proclaimed that he had a yacht at St Moritz...!!!
Ordered a Monkey 47 gin and Fevertree tonic plus a ginger beer... and the whole lot came to £5.15... a single measure of Monkey 47 in the Greyhound is more than that by itself...
Then had very heartwarming chat about our future together in the car sitting in the car park, so feel much better now... :)