There’s something wonderful
about sitting in a pub on my own,
it feels like bunking off school,
or throwing a sickie from work.
A pint of ale,
savoury bar snacks
and a good book.
Another chapter,
another beer,
same again.
If I was a cat I’d be curled up
and purring.
It’s a delightful way to
spend a couple of hours.
I know I’ve had a good night
when the only dialogue
has come from
fictional characters.