#lovember 19

I love my weekly night in the pub with the desperate housewives / village ladies / scratters / friends. Sometimes we're all there, sometimes just a few. The day of the week is changeable, but the location, drinks, snacks, being tipped out of our chairs at the end of the night and bitching conversation is always reliable. And it's the one chance we get to catch up, chat, and actually finish a sentence without being interrupted by a small person announcing they need a wee / poo / drink / packet of crisps / any other inane thing that has just passed through their tiny little minds. It keeps me sane (ish)