Popped down to do the rubbish this morning and "threw it to the wind" as to whether I went for a coffee and chupito in the Niño.
As "luck" would have it, a space appeared just as I went past and the car was sucked into it as if by magic. Whatsapp´d G to tell her and she was amazed (but not surprised, if that is possible).
Anyway, I went in and up to the far end of the bar where I could best distance myself. Juan was not in evidence, but one of his daughters was on the bar. Within a couple of minutes a guy came and stood next to me - far too close in my opinion - so I took all my various drinks and bottles to a spare seat on the far side of the bar. From there I could observe what was really going on. There were about four groups of 3 blokes all chatting about work, life and women, a table of six racing-bikers talking about work, life, women and bikes, a couple and two or three sad sods like me on their jack-jones. Realising that this probably added up to about twenty people, I decided that it was all too busy for me.
Why is it that people walk off the street, take off their masks, then act like things are normal? A friend of G´s was commenting during the week that she couldn´t see the value of masks in the way they were being used, but my response was that the masks acted as a reminder to people as to the problems we face and the necessity for distancing. This bunch in the Noño underscored my theory.
As the reporters in the News of the World used to write when they found themselves in a tricky situation of their own making, "I made my excuses and left".
I doubt if it would have been quite so "free for all" if Juan had been there, but no matter. When I got home, G asked me if we were going down there for a bite tonight. We agreed that me making a curry was a better idea - especially as it is "Celtic Night" in the pueblo and the dregs of that do are no something I want to mix with.
So, tonight it will be a chicken curry at the Bronze Lion pub (yes, I had to repaint it).
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