You’d love my local pub. The ‘garden’ is a patio that takes up the V of 2 roads merging that get absolutely clogged up anytime even vaguely near rush hour. Such bliss to kick back on a summers eve, with a pint and lines of cars full of impotent rage flanking you.
You’d love my local pub. The ‘garden’ is a patio that takes up the V of 2 roads merging that get absolutely clogged up anytime even vaguely near rush hour. Such bliss to kick back on a summers eve, with a pint and lines of cars full of impotent rage flanking you.