It worked out, in the end

Pretty much by chance, though. After Tuesday's amiable, if not fond, farewell, I didn't really expect to come back to 'regular haunt' Wetherspoons, but my doings today, most notably going down to 'domicile-ville' to pick up the keys to my old new accommodation, didn't take as long as I'd imagined, so I've found myself back in the pub I've used the most since my local closed last year. And, much to my surprise, Daniel is working, even though Thursday isn't usually one of his days. And he has pulled what will be, unless something totally unforeseen happens, my last pint here. Nothing more to add, really. I'm just pleased it was him.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B