It was a hot, sunny Friday afternoon and by 3pm the car park at The Peacock in Goudhurst was already packed with work vans. The barmaid turned into such a contortionist when I ordered a drink I was fearful she was going to do herself a mischief just reaching for a glass. I told her any pint pot would do and I wasn’t fussy but she said they’d been open since 11.30 and ‘rammed out’ all day so she was determined to reach to the back and find me a cold one. Mrs SD had already made a beeline for the extensive beer garden and simply made a request for something large to quench her thirst. This left …