a wetherspoon morning


A wetherspoon morning with the price of a pint to keep off the yawning.

Or gurrning, or yearning.

For a boring Sunday to share with the best of the rest of a dysfunctional family.

A table number and familiar faces with a drink included.

No one excluded, for even a bottomless Irish coffee and a point to plug in your countless phones.

A wetherspoon morning well remembered, and so near and yet so there but for the grace of tomorrow is another day.

And a warning, as another day starts with a wetherspoon morning.


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