Once I had finished at Greenwich I came straight home. As it was nice and sunny I was considering wandering down to The Thames and having a look at what was happening on the river, but decided that I had too much I wanted to do at home. Of the things I wanted to do I only achieved one of them. That was to do some shopping in Tesco. I never did get to do my laundry, and I never did manage to get into my studio. I theoreticaly had time to do my laundry, but never got around to it.

 At just after 17.00 I was picked up to go to a pub meeting. I felt tired, and not really in a drinking mood, but I was under some sort of obligation to go to it. I was offered the chance to go for a curry before the pub, but I had already eaten and so I declined the offer. Instead I was dropped of at the pub where I managed to read 62 pages of "Podkayne Of Mars" by Robert Heinlien before Ivor and Iain came back from the curry house.

 Initially the pub was fairly quiet and the beer was OK. By 21.00 the pub was very crowded and getting increasingly noisy. Soon after that the conversation dropped below the noise level, and being at the far end of the table, I could only pick out a few snatches of the conversation. By then I was feeling very tired, very bored and irritable. To make matters worse, what was to be the last pint came up very cloudy and tasting disgusting. It was changed, but by then I was feeling pretty pissed off. The worst was yet to come. When we left the pub it was announced that we were not going straight home, but going visiting. I was told that it would only be for a few minutes so I elected to stay in the car and try and have a snooze. I did fall asleep but was woken up minutes later with orders to come in. After the third attempt I decided I would rather sleep on a bench at the railway station and wait for the first train of the morning (the last train from Barming is at 22.43 and it was past 23.00 at this time). I only managed to get a 100 yards up the road before I was stopped and persuaded to come back.  I don't know why everyone took it so personally as I have a reputation going back over 30 years of not indulging in after pub socialising. This is mostly the reason why I try and drink locally so I can slink off home after the pubs have closed. It is a little tricky to do this when you are 30 miles from home with no convenient transport.

 I am not sure what time I got home, but I do know that for much of the trip down the motorway the speedo was hovering at 100 mph. When I got in I felt exhausted, but at the same time too  restless to go straight to bed.  So I had a sandwich and watched the remains of an episode of Star Trek on Sky 1 while I calmed down.  I think I got into bed  very shortly after 01.00 and fell asleep instantly.

 This morning I should be opening up the internet cafe in 15 minutes - except that I am still not washed and dressed. I guess the shop will be opening a little late this morning. If I am there beyond 16.00 today I will be really bloody annoyed - I still feel irritated about last night and don't want to be pissed around today.