I went to the pub after dinner yesterday, and it was quiet. A few of the regulars came in, so I took myself to my little corner and played through some Beethoven and Chopin. He whose name I shall never mention again came in, so I carried on playing. He didn't bother me yesterday because I wasn't trying to talk to anyone. My brother came in a bit later on. Luckily the person only talked at him for about fifteen minutes before leaving. At about 9pm we went out for a fag, and I took a photo of the brilliant moon (above). From then on there were only ourselves, a friendly regular and the landlord. We had such a laugh, as well as some intelligent conversation. Lovely.
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