My Autobiography.

because one of the barmaids dropped a bottle of Baileys on the floor and he drank it all and he was a bit unsteady on his feet, then another time on my twelfth birthday, I had a party with a few of my mates. Two of them stayed for a sleepover, so when the pub was closed we decided to play pool while my mum bottled up until a couple of men approached the door they wanted to come in they were banging on the door, so we thought that the brave think to do was to run up stairs and look the bar door and it worked after a few minutes they went. There was also another time, it was on a Sunday and we went out to get some bar food because on Sundays we put together some snacks for lunch to put on the bar. We went out, we got the food and we came back, we were a bit late because we had to open at twelve and we had ten minutes to open up. So we got the shopping while my mum opened the door but we were looked out because my mum had picked up he wrong keys. We had the pub keys instead of the house keys so my dad had to break in, he reversed his car up to the front of the pub and had to get through my sisters window because she had left the window open a bit so he got in and then ran down the stairs to turn the alarm off. Then about a month later we had a problem with the alarm, we set it that night but at one o'clock in the morning we were awoken by it, the police came and checked it out but they found that nothing had triggered the alarm to start. We had a good few years in the pub when we first moved it was had to get used to the noise every night but soon I got used to it and we had lots of celebrations there such as birthdays, anniversary's and Christmas's. It was nice to invitee my mates round for a night but instead of going out we could stay in and play pool. My brother and I met these two men who we played pool with. When we go out we still se people who come up to us and say 'hi' and ask 'how we are'. The pub was a great experience and my mum and dad were glad to move out. Once we had meet the owner and he was ready to sell the pub, so we moved into a house in Hartley where we still live now. Pub life is great and is okay fro a few years and you enjoy the time you are in there but any longer can tired you out. By Laura Kirk