The morning after

We popped over the road for a swift half last night.  A Swede, a Norwegian, a Finn and 2 Englishmen.  You’d have thought I would have learnt by now.  Don’t drink with Scandinavians.  Last orders was at 8 (it was a city bar).  Phil and I meandered back to the hotel on foot.  There was no public transport and taxis were rare as hens teeth.
At the restaurant there was a five minute queue.  Five minutes?  We couldn’t possibly wait that long for dinner.  So we walked the 15 minutes to Chinatown.  To bed about midnight, swearing off the booze yet again.
This morning I packed.  My glasses are missing.  I either left them in class, at the pub or the restaurant.  It was so strange riding my bike sans spectacles.  I am only slightly short-sighted in one eye, so the ride was OK, just strange.

About snodlander
Snodlander is the nom de plume of Bob Simms. He is an IT trainer, but it's not as glamourous as it sounds. When he's not enthralling classes with adventures through SQL Server, he writes, draws and drinks his own home-brew. Buy his novel on Amazon Kindle at The Young Demon Keeper, It's 74p, for crying out loud!

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