easy warmth

Skinny young woman, rangy even, landlady’s daughter is my guess: huge, goofy, scrunched-up smile as she pulls the pub’s curtains together during a lull in the saloon:

“I’m not putting you to bed, duck”.

No innuendo, just an easy warmth.

I love my local.

 

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