Earlier this month, I paid a visit to a friend who had a baby at 47 years old. Rather, his new wife did. He poured me a drink and we sat on the balcony where we spoke in low tones, certain that his wife was eavesdropping (not the first time).
When it got tiresome to censor our conversation, he got permission (he denies this) and we walked to his local pub, some five minutes away on Brookside Grove.
