I left work a little early today, as seemed to be the custom.

I had plans to head off home, get changed, and then meet Graeme for a drink later in the afternoon, but that somehow went awry.

Instead, a colleague invited me for a drink, and we spent an hour or so together chatting while she waited to catch up with her friends and I waited to catch up with Graeme.

Several drinks were then had downstairs at The Midnight Shift. But then, at about ten o’clock, as I realised I’d had a drink or ten, and it was a full-moon, maturity kicked in.

Suddenly I decided was time to go home and hit the sack. Graeme followed moments later.

It’s amazing how suddenly mature you can become, isn’t it?