Drowning sorrows

Bugger.

Bugger, bugger, bugger.

I should have known. Of course she'd jinx it. She always does - why would I think it would be different this time?

Daft old sod. Ought to know better by now.

Right. Time for a pint, I think. Or maybe a wee half and a goldie ... see if they've got an offer going in the Dolphin.

Ah, I see Willie's in as usual.

Pub'll be the safest place to be, when he's riding home on that scooter of his later on.



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