Sometimes we take the little things for granted. You know what we're talking about. The things that are only most important to us when we lose them. Special things.
Like the pub.
Sitting at the bar with a big dry, roasty stout in your pint glass. It warms you with it's caramel and chocolate, thirst quenching and dry but never thin. This is Pub Stout not a pint of fizzy water. Listening to an old codger tell a story, waiting patiently for your parmy/parma/parmi or chatting to the hospo worker behind the bar (they are the real COVID MVPs). The pub provides.
Geez. How good's the pub. We promise we won't ever take it for granted again.