Last dregs of freedom

Well, a little hyperbole there, but the impending 'last orders' call in what was my 'second-string' Wetherspoons for a while, but is now simply an 'after late shift' bolthole, because it's the only pub even vaguely near the flat that's open until midnight, will mark my latest withdrawal from anything resembling a social life for the next week, because I start nights again tomorrow. How five weeks can fly, even when your quota of fun is minimal.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B