You need to tune that guitar: the G string sounds dirty.

Could you bring me some iced tea please?

At half-past nine on this Saturday evening, the parlour of the Salutation Inn, High Holborn, contained most of its customary visitors. […] In former days every tavern of repute kept such a room for its own select circle, a club, or society, of habitués, who met every evening, for a pipe and a cheerful glass.

His adult children visit him yearly.