Too much

My new regular Wetherspoons is really pissing me off. Not the pub per se, but the current clientele. For a Wednesday, it's ridiculously raucous, most notably a group of females about six feet away who don't appear to be able to do anything other than shout. And that's before I even start on a cutie I used to see in here when I was last in 'domicille-ville', too young then but smack in the middle of my AoA now, giving me palpitations every time I walked past him before he left about an hour ago. I'm going to go to Waitrose momentarily, buy something nice for supper, then go back to my garret and lick my figurative wounds. At least I'm going to see K tomorrow, so all is not yet lost.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B