Strange noises from next door!!!

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I hurry over to Short Tony’s to investigate. If there is some mysterious thudding sound going on in the village then I want to know about it.

Mrs Short Tony opens the door, a resigned look on her face. Short Tony bounds over, excitedly, and invites me into the dining room.

I walk into the dining room and my brain does somersaults. It is no longer a dining room.

Short Tony has converted his dining room into a pub.

The pool table is set up in the middle of the room. There is a new dartboard on the wall. Already, there are dart holes in the artexing around it. Thud, thud, thud. Notices indicate the way to the toilets, and the name of the licensee.

“Glub, blig, frrrrrrt, gaaaaah,” I observe, momentarily unable to form coherent words.

“It’s great isn’t it?” enthuses Short Tony, handing me a bar menu.

Mrs Short Tony reappears, presumably having finished packing her suitcases.

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