We try and have fun on Buber. This is a bar after all, and most of the time we do not sit around moaning about the state of the universe. This is a relaxation centre, not a soapbox. However, I am still undecided about our visiting performers.
I have wanted to interview a forager since starting this blog. Once visited this week, and traded me a sack of canned food for a few crates of wine. I persuaded him to throw in a story.
The bar is gleaming. Thanks to an unexpected cargo ship we have never had higher levels of vodka and rum in our stockroom. Wine glasses are an issue. I found a crack in nearly every one. We can use tumblers if we have to.
