On Friday I buttoned my mustard skirt and went to my beloved Dukes Head for the very last time. It was a blissful yet awful goodbye. I spent so many evenings there amongst elderly folk that became wonderful friends. My eyes very nearly got teary as I stepped up to the microphone once more. According to Marko and Chris I sang the best I had ever sung. Ever. That made me feel like one hundred dollars. On the commute home I thought quietly about all the late nights/early mornings I had sat and listened or stood and rambled with those around me. Fond memories filled my mind. Perhaps one day I will go back. Perhaps.
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| This is Rachel, she lives in a van. |
