Melancholy Bus Ride Home

Finish work at 5:00pm. Head to the North Laine pub with work colleagues. Drink numerous Jack Daniels and coke. Melancholy bus ride home. Asleep by midnight. Sunday morning quiet. Half open curtains. Table lamp on. Reminds me of December when we need a light on all day. Cosy and depressing. I would like a winter twilight now though.