Taking care of the other half

When we lived in the same village, Steve and I would venture out to the White Horse for a couple of beers and talk man’s stuff. We didn’t go until close to closing time - just time for two beers... no need for translation.

Now when it comes to drinking, contrary to the impression I give out, I’m a bit of a wimp. I drink less volume more slowly.

Arriving home, Mrs H always gently quizzed me on my beer consumption.

Invariably it was one and a half pints.

“But what about two beers please?”

”Someone finished off the other half!”