The last thing that we wanted to do was work for another manager that treats us like we were robots for the company that they are trying to run (Mitchells and Butler, building teams of soleless automatons since whenever, I don't care enough to look up when they started). Not saying that the employer that hired us first was going to be like that, they however did request that we show up with several white shirts and black trousers as our uniform...5 days a week. Black tie too for Dan.
By contrast Sara and Simon at the Hare and Hounds were personable real people, and we got the sense that they were looking to add to their working family rather than recruit robots. That plus a laxness on uniform policy were two major factors in influencing our decision to shove the Lake District and live in London instead.
Hoping on the train we arrived at Mortlake station a mini little stop that is around the corner from High Street from there we are just a hop, jump and skip away from Hare and Hounds our new home. East Sheen itself is an affluent residential district with a serviceable high street (Waitrose, Tesco, WHSmith, cafes and stores), far enough out of the city to not be overwhelmingly busy, but still with attractions of its own, such as the nearby Richmond Park. There's little else to be said for the place other than that the locals as we've met them through working in the pub are an eclectic mix of normal people, overly spendy people and the usual slightly odd regulars that you get anywhere. Whatever they are they're better than the pretentious snobs that made up the target market for the Lyttelton Arms. No-one at the Hare and Hounds bemoans the fact that they can't have a slice of cucumber with their Hendricks.
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