Work on our house continues and it's partly lovely to see and partly very scary and frustrating.
At the flat, a bust water heater needed attention and so a plumber needed to be found.
Ultimately the boy had to travel up to Bristol to plumber sit, whilst I do some builder "coaxing" down here.
So the louge is now full of all the stuff which was in the kitchen.
The kitchen is largely unusable for, well, obvious reasons.
So I'm mostly confined to the office for reasons of sanity.
For all that I say I like to drink beer, and the beer is the "payoff" in its own right, it has to be said that drinking a lone can of "Dancing with Spectres" just isn't the same.
I even took a colleague to Beerama this evening for a catch up out of the office and as much as the beer was great, and the company was delightful...and catching up with J&J the owners was really nice, it's just not the same.
Even the BBB hasn't ventured out to the pub on his own. He's made do with World Cup football on the TV and whatever beer and wine is in the flat.
It kind of reminds me of when we weren't living together all the time but having a sort of itinerant life between, at one point, three homes and doing weird triangular train journeys between the various places and making the first "meet up" in the nearest pub to the train station.
Originally, I was going to head to Bristol tomorrow but the building work is running behind so now it's looking like a Thursday journey. I'm gutted, even though we'll probably be in Bristol until the New Year so it's not like we're not going to get a chance to go to all the places.
It's just that, something's missing - it's just short of 6' and carrying a beer for me.
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