We had decided to visit a taproom on Saturday but we hadn't decided which one.
But Saturday weather was cold and grim, himself got stuck into a new programming project and so was totally absorbed, I was doom-scrolling and becoming increasingly uncomfortable at infection levels etc.
By 5pm it was a toss-up between attacking the beer in the fridge or trying somewhere not too far away and being willing to come home if we didn't fancy it. Unsurprisingly, that meant heading to the Barley Mow.
There was a table free, the rear door was open to help with ventillation and, to be honest, it wasn't all that full. Mask wearing whilst walking around was at a rate of about 60% (more in young people than older, unfortunately). We settled in and we enjoyed the beer - but probably didn't exactly relax fully.
Clearly people are more retiscent at mixing and that has to be a good thing - but really sucks for the pub trade.
Brother and Sister-in-Law are coming over for dinner tomorrow evening - we checked in with each other to see if either wanted to call it off but we've settled on pre-meeting LFTs instead. We'll all have been jabbed to the hilt but, even so, caution is definitely needed.
I have no feelings either way about Christmas - it's a celebration I've not really enjoyed that much since my teens but I do understand that other people feel very differently.
My big fear is that the pubs we love, who are under the cosh again, will simply decide it's just too much effort and will cut their losses, even without financial support.
Let's do what we can to help, when we can.
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