On pubs, bars and everything in between

Tales of my night life

Sat in a pub in Cheltenham on an October Sunday, with my hardback copy of The Scent of Flowers at Night by Leila Slimani in one hand (what a hauntingly beautiful title) and a local cider in the other, I am submerged by ideas. I can’t help but think if there were a place like this one, 5 minutes away from our flat, I would be there every single day to wr…