It could only happen here! 3

Popped into the Tap to wish Himself and His Wife a Happy New Year. Four or five of the regulars were there. His Wife brought in the Big Brewer's breakfast; thick buttered toast with cashew nut butter and Marmite. This is what makes the Big Brewer big. "Have some!" he says. Incomers like me go shy; oh, no, we mustn't take your breakfast. We can't have you wasting away. The locals have no such scruples. It's a Sunday lunchtime custom, apparently, though I haven't seen it before. Toast is passed, shared, enjoyed. Another plateful appears. And then another. Everyone munches contentedly, drawing on pints of His beer. Almost eucharistic. If heaven's half as good as the Tap, I'll be happy there.