Distracted

Home. The cold wind was whistling in from the North East. And I had to go back out! Still, once in the warm howff, with the old chums and the frothy ales, I soon forgot all about that. And in fact I didn't even need to go back out to brave the cold and trudge to the bus stop, as the SK turned up to very lovingly collar me and drive me home. She must have been missing me. Missing me so very much that she'd paused Peston!