Dark clouds over Clachnaharry

This was true in more ways than one. My pal had said he's be at the world famous Clachnaharry Inn, at 2pm. Great, I thought and got my zapatas pointing northwards. All was well, until I got to Clachnaharry High Street. 'Closed for refurbishment,' said the notice on the pub door. I peered inside, and all was chaos. I wondered if I could pour myself a pint, take it outside, and pay later, but then there's all that elf and safety stuff. Then the thunder started.