The Seat by the Fire

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.