On Numbers 22

Out the door with you!

You know it makes sense to go

home and drink alone.

~

n.b. …where no one can hear you scream.

Tonight I was advised that I could not sit at a pub terrace because of the weather. I could see the setting Moon in a mostly clear sky. A beautiful night to sit out with a pint, but, oh no, if it rains then I would want to go inside, I was informed and that was not allowed.

So, due to Covid regulations and the weather restrictions, I was not permitted to drink on the riverside patio. I had dressed myself with suitable clothing for an autumnal evening, with the express intention of having a drink in the fresh air. Why the Hell would I want to sit inside a pub when the heavens were on display, the air warm and a river decorated by swans ran beneath me?

And chucking out time from the pubs is 22:00 hrs because Covid-19 only operates in the dead of night, apparently. They can re-open at 05:00 hrs.

~

CLP 23/10/2020

From the Street

Slurred songs echo up

Drinking woman sits on path

Where will her night end?

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n.b. It’s only just turned 20:00h on a Saturday evening. It’s cold, damp, dark. She pauses her songs occasionally to bait a passer by.

~

CLP 17/10/2020