Jered and I were in London. We were wandering along an avenue what was filled with huge ancient buildings. There were no other people.
We went into a building that had a door we could see. We wandered up and down stone steps and heavy wooded hallways. There was an open door ahead.
Inside a room was a tiny office where nobody was sitting. We went into the next room behind the desk. It was a huge warehouse filled with wood filing cabinets and shelving filled with bottles of booze, crystal champagne boats, sterling ice buckets....all looking old and beautiful.
There was a little lady on a library type rolling ladder. She smiled and came down and greeted us. She said this was a govt office that made it possible for people to open specialty pubs. I said I wanted to open a pub for the elderly. She said I could have all the antiques and high quality booze that I could use. She also had a small pub area I could have in the middle of London.
I called my Mom and she agreed that it would be great and she would pack up Jim and Ed and her pets and move to a cottage in England and help with the pub.
My husband was not thrilled at the thought of living in England.