Last night

I have been feeling a bit deflated since my friend went home. I didn't fancy going to the pub at my usual time, so had my dinner a bit later. I left to go to the supermarket and bumped into someone I know. She was standing outside an arty place where some of her work on on display. I got my shopping ant accepted her invitation to a nice glass of wine. Later on, as I made my way to the pub, I had a natter with someone else I know, and also bumped into. This town is a bit like that. That's one of the things I enjoy about it. I had a nice time at the pub. The cunt who drones incessantly wasn't there, which gave the opportunity for real conversation to take place. Lovely.