Excellent WomaninGreen. Champagne all round, on me. I'm feeling generous.
And I agree. Although this thread is public and anyone can see it, I can't help feeling that there is an actual pub that I am in, called the Bluestocking.
It's one of those places you might miss, should you be looking the other way, momentarily. Or, because occasionally, it's fairly misty around these parts.
And few locals frequent the place. Not for any bad reason, they're happy to deliver barrels, etc. It's just the feeling that the place shifts a little. Occasionally it's bustling and brightly lit. But other times it's only the glow from a few candles that indicates that it's open at all.
And yet the door is never locked. However dark the night.