Wow how the world has changed in a few short days! With some emotion I took a step that I never thought I would have to and closed the Plough on Friday night for the foreseeable future.
Obviously I am not alone in this situation with all pubs and bars in the country being ordered to close. These are indeed unprecedented times and there are some very tough times heading our way, to help alleviate (hopefully) your boredom I will try and improve my blogging skills and let you know how planet Plough is coping.
So this is day 2 in the pub and I have already learnt that it is very weird. So we closed as normal on Friday night and I didn’t do my normal clean because I figured I would have some time to do that. I am now running spreadsheets to monitor not only the fiscal status but also the myriad tasks associated with shutting down dispense systems for extended periods. To be honest the jobs seem to spring up in my mind as quickly as I start one and I know that restarting will be a test of memory without records.
Saturday felt very odd, not being open is not something that has occurred since I first opened with the exception of building works. Those of you who know me will know that I cannot abide half completed tasks, even as I type this I am annoyed with the state of the pub. I am extremely conscious that we have gone from rushing to open to several months of closure and, for the first time, I am having to ration the tasks in order to fill the time as best as I can!
Again those who know me will know that I have done little, if anything, to make upstairs habitable and also that I do not drink at home (upstairs). I have now pretty much moved into the bar which is both more comfortable and also allows me to continue to drink the stock that is live.
Obviously isolation in a pub is not the worse situation for any of us but I do have to note that whilst many have had a boring weekend they will be heading to work tomorrow, for those of us in hospitality there will not be this relief. These will definitely be testing times for those of us who are used to working all of the time, slowing a workaholic is an interesting challenge even for the workaholic I can assure you!
As I sit at the bar with my pint I am faced with another social rule which I have had to address, that of drinking alone. I have now named a number of bar stools and they are keeping me company. I have carefully selected the names to assure myself that I am highly unlikely to fall out with all of them, after all I need my drinking buddies or I might go stir crazy…