Farce

It turned out that Bob didn't know that I'd closed the brewery nearly a year ago so he assumed that I'd turn up to do the bar with an assortment of ale. But I thought that I'd been roped in to do the bar just because I've done it for each of the last four, I think, years. So it didn't take long for people to reluctantly drink their way through the supply of Guinness and John Smiths and because I'd started as I usually do and opened a bottle of wine for myself, I couldn't do the emergency run to the supermarket to stock up. Mandy had to do that. Trooper she is. Which meant that I got to eat the sausage rolls while they were hot.