Dreams of pints

By rights I should be spending my nights lying awake in bed thinking on the next file that will blow a cold wind in my face and on how to identify killer objective to trump all those other objectives that have been set for myself.

But last night I slept the sleep of the innocent and I dreamt of the pints to be had in Arundel’s Pub.

Putting it together now it is difficult to say where the first pint came from. I was up there in the early afternoon and there was someone new behind the bar and there was music playing somewhere in the background.

That first pint was taken slowly as the dream moved on and I tried to make small talk with whoever it was that had poured it for me on the pumps that drove the black liquid from the barrel to the tap on the bar.

By the time the second pint was in my hand I was back towards the back of the pub and talking to two men from England I had not met before. They lived somewhere in the hills and had been coming to Ahakista for the last twenty years. One of them was wearing a pink jumper and he took umbrage at something I said. He stormed out of the bar to cool himself down and the other man reassured that this was nothing to worry about.

As I took to finishing the second pint I started to realise that before I had made my way up to the pub I had made a promise to be back to cook something for those that had been left behind. As I thought on this I tried to remember if it was lunch I was cooking or was it supper by now.

The worry was taken out my hands as the others that had been left behind walked into the pub and a third pint made its way into my hands.

The third pint was the last one I had before I woke up. And it was at this point that perhaps some of the anxiety I should have having lying awake and thinking on that elusive killer objective came into play.

I had not paid for the two pints I had drunk and the third I was drinking and I was not sure there was anyone behind the bar who had kept in touch with what had gone through my hands. Even if a count had been kept so far there was bound to be more pints drunk over the day and the evening that would follow and by the time those were finished I would have lost count and how would any proper accounting for it all be achieved.

So I woke up worrying about payment for my pints. As I lay in that brief awake state the killer objective came into mind and I thought on a place that sold mackerel and lobster and the pints in-between.


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