Geriatrics' Corner

HAVING a relatively free day today, we decide to visit the Pub.

We find Little B there, sitting in front of his half of bitter, all alone.

We actually feel a little guilty, these days, at leaving him so much.

There was a time when there'd be a whole gang of us here, in the Geriatrics' Corner; now the only everyday regular is Little B.

And where once the sounds of laughter and boisterous conversation filled the room, now, more often than not, we find it quiet and empty.

Seems odd to think that this was at one time the centre of our social life.

Sad really.