Now it’s not for the want of the conversation that I found myself a prop at the bar. Indeed there were so many people in the house that I could have been a part of as many conversations as there are fingers and thumbs on these two hands of mine. As to why the hubbub at the house – its of no account, but I had to be away from it and when I saw a parting in the crush I grabbed my hat and made the escape out of the back kitchen door. A brisk walk in the clear air soon put me to rights and I entered ‘The Weary Plough’ with as near a smile on my face and a song in my heart as is possible to have – without actually having either you understand. ‘No man wants to be seen so loose as to be in such a mood as he enters the place, though when leaving such things can be condoned’ said O’Shaunessy to me some little time ago and I think he’s right.
Better to look a little glum and in need of the pick-me-up than happy giving the assembly the appearance of mere wanteness when it comes to the ale, your fellows will appreciate your effort and be comfortable with your converse.
I’m just saying it as it is.
Ruby&Ruch 