I wondered why Islay was so insistant that she wanted to go out just after 8 o'clock this evening. Then I saw the line of men eating fish and chips all along the wall. All Islay had to do was look cute, and chips suddenly appeared in front of her. Also bits of batter, and sometimes actual fish.
I pretended I wasn't with her.
On the way back, a few of the men had crossed the road and were outside the Rose and Crown. One of them asked me about Islay's breed (always a good conversation starter). I'm not sure how we got from there to cuddles, but he was happy-drunk, and a long way from home - and I did mention that I had a young man just before he got to the stage of inviting himself home with me!
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