A perfect evening

There is something incredibly indulgent about going to the pub at lunchtime, settling into a booth, and drinking, chatting and laughing with an old friend until suddenly it is half past seven, and you're in work at 4am, and so you must head home.

And then you head out of the cosiness into the cool evening. The tipsiness just at the right level to ward against the chill, but not too much that you dread the morning.

And then coming home to a big bowl of hot soup, toast and bed. One of the plus points to finishing work at midday.