Pub

Late morning and a celebratory drink with our neighbour and co-collaborating collector of wood.
Payment has been made and with the wink of an eye an extra cubic metre each of wood thrown into the price. 
So a trip to a pub and a chance to go back in time thirty years as we sit down and take in the surroundings. This is traditional in every sense, most of the occupants have probably not changed or moved much. The decor, drab and muted yellowish brown with odour coloured smoke drifting endlessly as the fan probably stopped dispersing any air in this place in 1983.
Motionless, the men, stare at the only new-ish furniture there, a tv screen showing an old Czech comedy film from the seventies, endlessly played daytime.
The bar woman, not one to be messed with judging by her looks, serves to the table and with a thump a beer is placed in front of me. A mixture of dark and light beer, a delicacy that I had never tried before this place, but one which I do like the more I have of it. And the great thing from my perspective is that it still seems customly that I am still the guest in this country and I find our neighbour paying.
The drone is still a rabble for my generally non-speaking ears. 
Almost delirium in the corner as a chap in who looks like he is in his seventies, although probably two decades younger, wins over 70€ on a fruit machine. Bar woman has to explain what he has won, new money here is still taking time getting used to. 10€ immediately spent on two shots for him and the rest for his new friends in the pub with the change put back into machine trying to get three lemons to come up once again.
Man on bike arrives inside.
There's a calendar with a naked girl still one month behind, must be a favourite month for the regulars.
Enough said, rain is pouring outside, time to get back and look after any waterflow from our gutter-less extension. 
Hope we come again though.