Last night

I went to the pub but didn't particularly feel very chatty. I sat with some friends for a bit, which was lovely, but I spent most of the time on my own. I got up to leave at about 10pm, and a friend turned up that I'd arranged to meet at 7pm. I don't mind. I was glad to see him. I took a pint home with me, and watched a history documentary before going to bed.