Pub news.

There was much excitement in the pub this lunchtime!

As I sat talking to Di, our ever so lovely soaker landlady she suddenly said screamed. "What's that?!", pointing out of the window. I looked up and just glimpsed a little black thing scurrying along the road, hugging the kerbside. (It must have been fond of the kerbside.) I thought it was a little rat, but I only saw it for a split second. As Di rushed out to investigate the Poacher and his brother turned up.

"What is it?," asked Di. "It's a mole", replied the Poachers' brother. At this point The Bush walked in.(His humour is drier than the Sahara!)

"We've just seen a mole running down the road", said Di,gleefully. "Have you been on the wine again?", asked Bush. "No I haven't. Well, a couple last night", she admitted. "But It was a mole, wasn't it?" she said to the Poacher. "Might have been." he said.

It was a mole, but Di was confused as she thought they were black and shiny and lived underground. The Poacher convinced her it was taking a short-cut! Bush suggested she lay off the wine and get some rest as moles don't usually run down roads, so she must be seeing things!

"You see some strange things outside this pub", I said. "You see some strange things in this pub," said Bush.

Cheers!!