Five past nine

Ten minutes earlier, the street was thronged with people  on their way to work. Now, the street is virtually deserted. 

Later:  Works Xmas do tonight, and what a superb job the hotel did of it. Hors d'Oevres to die for made me think that there was no way I could manage a meal, but I did. 
And made me think that there was no way I could manage desert, but I did. 
And made me think that there was no way I could get another "pop" down me, but I did. 


Ah well. Until tomorrow....