Rumbled

 Today I popped out to get my hair cut.

The salon is a stone's throw from my local - The Crown - and so a pleasant 15 minute walk from our house.

As I ambled past the pub I thought I'd peer in the window to see whether was an interesting second beer on cask.  I pressed my eager little nose to the window and saw there was just the usual Gun Extra Pale (always lovely but there's really only so much of it I want to drink in a single session).  As I drew my head away from the window I saw someone inside the pub (it wasn't open at the time) but didn't catch who it might be.

I turned and walked towards the hairdressers and then I heard my name being called.  I turned round and I saw the landlord, Andy, had come out to the street.  He said "Prohibition" and grinned.

See you this evening, Andy!