queen 6

Bob picks me up in his sports car around eleven. I’ve got a bag and not much more. I’m in a bit of a state. Bob plays some Morrissey and we drive down the M3 with the roof off. We come off the motorway early and go down the back roads, via Alton. I start to feel more like myself. We get to Winchester around two. The idea had been to stop off in a country pub for lunch, but we never found one, so we go to The Queen instead and eat something in The Saloon Bar extension which never used to exist. I bore him stupid, telling him about the good times and the bad. I tell him the pub is like a home from home.