It was the start of another
weekend. Stanley could tell by the atmosphere that it would be full of
festivities. The fair was in town; there was talk of a match on; and the
weather was said to be cold but dry in the paper, meaning that people would be
looking for shelter while moving between places. He’d therefore got some of his
biggest casks ready for the draymen who were due any minute to take the beer
out. He’d spent the morning stacking them up in the yard, and all that remained
was to get the biggest one inside for his own customers. He grinned. This
barrel should last him for the whole weekend. He used to have to drive round knocking
on the doors of the bigger breweries asking for a barrel as soon as their
offices opened; but now that he brewed his own beer, he didn’t have to bother
with that at all.
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