It was the lads birthday so I took him to the pub.
(For those of a more senior and forgetful nature who frequent these parts - a pub is a social drinking establishment that sells alcoholic beverages.)
I bought him a larger but he didn't like it and to avoid wasting it I had to drink it.
Of course, he couldn't not have a drink, so I bought him a bitter, but the fussy think didn't like that either and again I had to finish it off.
I then thought I know, a Guinness, full of flavour, but nope, not his thing. I enjoyed it though.
Well beers certainly aren't his thing so I got him a cider. Same again, and I had to finish it off.
I was getting a little perplexed and thought, I know, I'll try him on something stronger. He wasn't interested in the shot of Jack or Jim but they warmed me up a bit.
In desperation I forked out on a good 21 year old Glenfiddich but the ungrateful so and so turned his nose up at that too so again I had to do the final honours.
Anyway, by now, I was feeling a bit tipsy and decided to call time on our expedition to the pub and take the lad home.
I'll tell you though, after all that drinking, it was hard work pushing his stroller all the way up the hill to home!
Last edited by: zippy on Tue 2 Mar 21 at 16:34
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