John apologises but explains that he’s been invited out to
someone’s party for the evening, but he’s determined to give me as much of a
guest of honour’s tour as he can. He heads home to change while we pop into a
city centre pub to wait for him. From the outside, the pub looks like an
out-of-place townhouse, but once you’re in it resembles something out of a Harry
Potter movie. It just screams comfort and security with plush lounge chairs
in both the upstairs and downstairs bars, though it’s annoying to have to fetch
beer from the upstairs bar and bring it back down again when you’ve got a nice
spot. I spy some local produce and splash out on a round of pork pies with the
drinks. We chat amicably about ourselves and what we get up to, then it’s time
to board a train to Birmingham where John will alight at a different station and
find us.
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