Yesterday

I went to the pub after dinner. It was quiet but two friends came in and we had a game of scrabble. We were all quite bored by it. One friend left, and I don't know why but the other friend and I started talking about the Russian revolution. She was sorry for the Romanovs, but I wasn't. I think that if I was a Russian at that time, I would have been an active revolutionary. I enjoyed my cider.