Ann and the HandymanChapter 82
Lena and I happily made our way to the pub. Arm in arm, we ambled through the quiet lanes, it was getting on for seven o'clock and it was quite warm and still light. "So, we'll have a few drinks, then head home shall we, perhaps save on the cooking and get ourselves some fish and chips to take back, yeah?" I suggested. "OK, yeah, I don't mind, we'll do that." Lena replied. We continued on and got to 'The Thatchers' pub in twenty-five minutes. I remembered the pub from the times I...