Yesterday, we wre waiting a delivery from Yodel.
Our usual time for popping out for a beer (4.30 - 5pm) came and went. In Bristol, we don't drink at the flat very often at all. We love that we only have to amble short distance to have beer where it's supposed to be had - the pub, or a taproom.
Weirdly, both of us got really twitchy as we tracked the delivery van coming oh-so-close and then nipping off to other places before finally landing at our address at 5.45.
Was it too late to go to the nearest places which are usually very busy by that time on a Thursday? We decided to risk it, put coats on and pop to the 'mow.
As we approached we heard jolly voices of people sitting outside (it had been raining most of the day) and that brought further trepidation. We crossed the threshold and Lo! loads of space - including a spot next to the fire.
Immediately we relaxed, grabbed a lovely couple of pints and settled in. Oddly, not 5 minutes after we'd sat down, than the place started to fill up. It was exactly like what would have happened if we'd arrived around hour before, but out by an hour...almost as if everyone was waiting for us.
Weird.
Today, we both acknowledged how the imposed shift in timetable had made us edgy whilst knowing how silly it was. Maybe that's what getting older is for other people too...being disproportionately freaked out by something that we can't control.
Anyhow, there are Amazon parcels to collect today so that might take us in a different direction.
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