And with no dramas, thank goodness. Don’t think I was in the mood for another lowlife to act up on the bus home.
The evening did get better….courtesy of the fortnightly Music Bingo. The hits were being sung with gusto and bravado, and no, they’re not two Italian opera singers. Two of the regulars scooped up some nice money to put the icing and the cherry on the cake.
Each fortnight’s entertainment goes by and it just gets better and better. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.
And it’s nice to be amongst superb friends too. With my fertile mind as it is, I was thinking that I wasn’t accepted into the bosom of the family at the pub, as it were. But I think I am now, I hope. Got some good mates there who are up for a laugh and a chat.
So that’s the end of Thursday. Started off with a drunk, ended peacefully though. And I’ve had a few drinks myself, but the difference is, I don’t drink to excess and only when I go out, which is once a week or fortnight if I’m lucky. I can hold my drink and not act like an arse in front of others. My bed is calling me, so a fond farewell to each and everyone of you.
Allen Brooks ❤️