Pubs are the last bastion of adult enjoyment, or that was the case until recent years.
There are few places to take refuge from a screaming kid and a pub used to be the safe bet. On Christmas Eve we popped into the Red Lion to catch up with a few friends only to find that we couldn't hear ourselves talk due to a 3 year old girl rolling around at my feet while I stood at the bar. This child would scream like a stuck pig every 30 seconds or so it was ear-piercing. In fact, it was so bad that I checked with Mrs Tone and we agreed to leave before even ordering our drinks.
I will continue to do this and will make sure that the landlord is aware that the presence of a misbehaving child in what I consider to be an adult environment means that they lose my business.
I encourage all you fellow grumpies to do the same.
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