- With little difficulty and a spot of self- tuition, I have installed and used for the first time an app called Paper which allows you to draw, paint and handwrite on screen. It is remarkably sensitive and versatile As I am at present looking after a neighbour's cat while she is on holiday, I ventured this clumsy thing, but nevertheless feel pleased enough with it as an experiment to post it here.
As I pass The Grove Tavern someone must be telling a joke. An explosion of laughter within is followed by waves and after shocks of raucous response. It is the sort of sound that could only be heard in an English pub. All inhibitions forgotten.
I thought you captured the essence of feline action beautifully. As for the laughter from the pub, yes, I can remember such times not without a little wistfulness. But I have always enjoyed observing rather than taking part in those times.
The sound of a pub is a sound to return to. There is nothing like it.
Tom, Lucas Pubs are changing. First they smell no longer of tobacco and ceilings are no longer stained yellow with nicotine. Second, many are infested with children, many in pushchairs. Of our two local pubs, The Grove Tavern (whence the belly laughs) is the one truest to past tradition. It is long and narrow. No room for children. It serves no food. And it is not tied to the sale of indifferent bitter. Heidi doesn't like it because there are few places to sit. There are few women customers and she calls it "a man's pub". Nothing wrong with that in my view.
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