Grabbing my coat, I glanced round, giving a nod and smile to the regulars. ‘See you later,’ I called out.
As my partner Neil, 49, and I headed outside and the pub door swung shut behind us, I felt excited.
I’d always worked in pubs, and back in September 2018, it was my first trial shift at our local – and I’d been offered the job on the spot.
Everyone had been so friendly, and I even wondered if I’d be able to take my golden Labrador Tequila along with me for shifts.
She’d been brought up as a pub dog – hence the name - and she loved the attention.
Getting home, I gave Tequila a big fuss before turning my attention to dinner.
Ever the loyal Lab, she stuck by my side as I cooked spaghetti to go with our Bolognese, eagerly keeping an eye out for any scraps.
My son
