It’s odd, but so far I’ve only been to a pub six times this year, each
time for three pints on my way back from work. On the one hand I’ve only
managed not to go after work once; on the other hand I’ve always
managed not to go on a day off. What’s possibly even odder is I don’t
really miss it. (Admittedly the winter cold and the uncertainty about
whether there’d be an unoccupied table help.) And from tomorrow it’s my
night shift week: as likely as not I’ll no go once …
(originally posted on WordPress)
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