"The prices have gone up," said Mike, looking at the menu in our local pub. "Must be almost summer again." The price of a beer had been raised from ten to twelve hryvna, and deep fried chicken sticks and chips (we're a healthy lot, English teachers) from thirty-seven to forty-two. "At least it's not too bad here. I'll have to go to Friends and Beer one last time before September, though."
"Yeah," agreed Ben. "Remember last year? Their burgers were suddenly half the size and the beer was crap." "Is it like that everywhere?" I asked. They thought for a second. "Pretty much."