The premises license for the micropub came through the other day. While we’d heard weeks ago that the license had been approved, the physical license took a few weeks to materialise.
Not that we were in a rush; we’re still waiting for the lease and planning permission. The deadline for the planning decision is the end of next week though, so there should be another development soon.
Of course, that’ll still leave the matter of the lease.
Meanwhile, thoughts on potential t-shirts (they won’t be white, this exists only on paper right now). And maybe a table top.
I wouldn’t have thought it possible to pack so much into 15 months. 15 months ago, that is.
My time in the Schooner has been incredible. So much stress in the early days, but so much fun too. The hours/days/weeks were long, but the experience was like nothing I’d known before. I don’t regret it for a second; I’ve learned so much.
A huge thanks to my former partners. We went into this as friends and came out the same. No, we’re more than friends after everything we’ve been through.
I’m now going to do some work on our long neglected house, while researching the next venture.
I could never have imagined that retirement could be so crazy.