The Role of Pub in Stress Management

 A bit of a horrible week at work has led to both me and BBB feeling the stress of responsibility.

Added to which we were scheduled to travel to the Shire on Thursday and had both been worried how to keep the garden (ie Tomatoes) alive in our absence.

On this latter matter, we needn't have been as worried.  Wednesday delivered the first rain Eastbourne has seen for about 9 weeks - it rained steadily all morning and started to penetrate the surface of the soil.  Overnight to Thursday it became more feisty and filled the pond, all the water butts and gave all the tomatoes a damned good soaking.  Still, the Lewes derailment played havoc with the rail schedule so we had to prepare for a different travel experience - this added to the uneasy feeling.

We got the bus into town, dodging the deep grey clouds promising further soaking and got the train to Brighton.

We crossed the platform to a Thameslink train to Cambridge via London Bridge.  We thought this would give us the opportunity to get off at Farringdon and a nice easy route to Paddington.

As we got to the outskirts of London, we learned that the train would finish at London Bridge because there'd been an incident north of London.  At East Croydon we decided getting off and picking up a train heading to Victoria would be a better idea.

It was not - further disruptions were happening.

So we were back on another train to London Bridge. Jubilee line was chaotic and packed but we gritted our teeth and squeezed ourselves onto the train.

When we got out at Baker Street we were pleased to learn that the switch to Bakerloo was simple and all the crowds melted away.

We arrived at Paddington less frazzled than we might have been and then a timely incoming train to Platform 1 was helpfully badged up ahead of the departure board announcement.  We strolled, found a nice seat and started to relax, arriving at Temple Meads at the same time as usual.

Without much ado, we strolled to the Barley Mow, grabbed a couple of pints of the season pale special (4.2%, perfect temperature and fresh as a daisy) and settled into our corner. I could feel the muscles in my neck and shoulders relaxing.

It wasn't the beer - I'd only had one mouthful.  It was the environment.

Pub is a place where you're being looked after by skilled professionals, providing an integrated product/service and it's mission is to make you happy.  After a long week of "being in charge" this being looked after was a proper tonic.

Thank you Barley Mow, thank you wonderful bar staff everywhere.