Marcus Flint

Nice to be home again. Pity about the unwelcome addition to the household, but that's soon remedied.

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Spent most of the last week getting the beer garden set up. Now the weather's finer (well, fine for Britain) and the evenings longer it's good to use the space out the back to pack in a few more customers. Nice to see those galleons going into the till.

So, now Bole is hitched up, shall we lay bets on who's next? I suppose I have to throw my name into the hat. Summer wedding... it wouldn't be bad.

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Executions are good for the pub business. Lots of people wanted to drink afterwards, even though it was early morning. Glad I told Pete to open up just in case.

Next time though, it would be better if they were scheduled in the evening.

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[added later]

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Congratulations, Greg, you must be feeling as if all your Christmases have come at once. It'll be a relief to go to a wedding where the bride is actually not forcing a smile.

Having to wear dress robes is still annoying.

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If that wedding was properly nautical it should have been held on a ship.

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The new extension is finally complete, which increases the Dragon's floor space on all levels by four metres. Closing the place for two days was a bugger, but had to be done.

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Congratulations, Adrian, I'm sure you're just transported with bliss right now.

Suppose I should be getting the pub ready for the next stag night. Which means laying in just a wee bit more liquor.

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Some prat decided that it would be a fun old time to try to smash up my bar last night. I gently told him that I really didn’t appreciate this by banging his head on the bar several times. I think he got the message, at least he seemed be trying to apologize so I let him off with just the warning. I'm getting mellow these days.

Next time my sister asks me to visit I'm going to come up with an excellent reason not to go. Five minutes in the company of her husband and I want to rearrange his face. What an ass.

Looks like an ass too.

At least Eva's kids are showing promise. Alessandra is a bright kid, doing well at Beauxbatons and thankfully taking after Eva in looks. Heinrich is a brat, but flies well, so we played a bit of Quidditch in the mountains.

Since my sugar plum is off on some ladies retreat to learn how to make me happy or whatever, I'm enjoying a return to the bachelor lifestyle. And no more deprivations on my food stores.

Am also glad the pub is in one piece after St Paddy's day. Bertha said Pete had to chuck out a few people and slam a few heads against the door, but all in all it was a good night. And the returns were good, can't complain about that.

Never really liked journals, not much for putting my thoughts down in some naff diary, but these are a different sort of beast and useful - despite the pathetic natter from certain people (yeah, Davies, I'm looking at you).

Anyhow may as well put this to use... the Drunken Dragon is having a special for St Patrick's Day this year, half-price pints of beer from eight til nine and then half-price fire-whiskey shots nine til ten. Drink up!

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