The Happy Commuter

Walked home later tonight than usual through the Telfer Subway and thought I should blip this. If only I was ever this jolly walking through that tunnel. I've been getting more and more fed up with my walk to work lately; I think it's down to the sheer lack of anything green and alive to be seen between Dundee St and Haymarket. It's not until I'm at the end of Grosvenor St that you seen any abundance of trees, and it just makes me sad. I long for the days when I commuted through the Meadows!

But tonight was a good night. We were all set to just go home for the usual dinner / chores / telly / bed when we ended up being convinced to go for "just one" with some pals. Had a good chat (politics; accents; literature; 80's films that I've not seen (and some that I have)) and great nachos in The Mercat.

Good times, good times.