The dark evening began early. Street lights illuminated, car headlights searched, pedestrians scurried collars raised and scarves knotted. Puddles adorned the roadside, dirty brown, black reflections, avoid.
The football ended better than it might. An anguish easing equaliser in the second half saved the day, again.
The lads walked home up the hill. At least there was no phone call, yet.
The trip to the shop was successful. Minimal stress, relatively. Jeans purchaysed, laptop fixed, parking fee, refunded.
The stroll to the Morning Star, anticipated. Cloverless pint of Guinness poured, slowly. Smacked lips licked, savoured.
I came home to a Jamie Oliver crispy duck in hoisin sauce salad, scoffed.