I met up with my two closest London friends recently … in the pub. And here’s the thing. I didn’t feel comfortable with going to the pub … but I went anyway … because I wanted to see my friends.
The pub looked fantastic, probably helped by the fact that it had undergone a major refit at the beginning of the year and had only reopened in mid-March … only for lockdown to force its closure a week later.
We were able to sit in the pub’s large garden, well away from the few other lunch time punters and it was … okay. There were plenty of hand sanitiser stations and service was at the table only. I didn’t make use of the bathroom.
An Aperol Spritz, incredible weather and face-to-face conversation more than made up for my initial anxiety, but if I’m being honest, I’m not in a rush to return.
This West London Life 
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