Going to the pub with a baby is a very tricky business, but we haven’t been out for ages and so yesterday decided that a trip to The Plough for a couple of pints and a gossip was in order. Our timing was perfect, we were packed up and ready to go bang on 12.30 to coincide with Will’s nap so that he’d be fast asleep by the time we got there.
No chance.
After doing a long circuit through East Woodhay, Faccombe, Netherton, Vernham Dean and Ashmansworth, Will was still happily wittering away in the back to himself and time was ticking by. There were two possible options:
1) Leave William in the car and hope he’d drift off
2) Bring him in
Deciding there is a big difference between a baby and a labrador, we brought him in. It’s not something I’m usually in favour of, but sometimes there’s nothing else for it. As it was, we bumped into Jim, Cate, Clive and Charlie and a happy hour was spent wittering away over Dave’s sausage sandwiches, pickled eggs and pints of Village, while Will was thrilled to be part of the action and played on the floor with my car keys and a variety of beer mats.
William's First Year 