Excuse me sir, have you got any ID?

Our church homegroup has a rota for who hosts each week, but since most months only have four Wednesdays we've decided that on a fifth Wednesday we'd do something different. So today we went to the JoJo Gelato ice cream parlour for some very nice ice creams, and after happily devouring them we decided to head off to the pub.

Where myself and another of our group got ID'd. Seriously. Last time I was asked for ID in a pub was um... I'm not sure. Certainly not this year, and probably not this decade. But apparently I looked particularly youthful today or something? I'm not even the youngest one in our group!