Happiness

On my way home this evening, I bumped into a former colleague; he was meeting up with some other people later, so he suggested we went for a drink.

So I found myself in a bar in Rose St. Not what I had intended for tonight; I was going to spend a quiet - sober - evening; but it would have been churlish, unsociable even, to say no.

We had a pint and a half, and some very good banter; and then we went our separate ways.

I came home a cooked a simple, but delicious, supper: grilled aubergine, grilled courgette and a large portobello mushroom, with a lots of olive oil and lemon juice and coriander. Plus a salad, and some rather nice bread. And a glass of rose.

It was absolutely delicious.

And as I ate, I watched the sun sink in the west whilst the iPod played my favourite John Coltrane and Gil Evans tracks. I hadn't even asked it to - it just kept picking on my favourite tunes from a wealth of records.

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Happiness

On my way home this evening, I bumped into a former colleague; he was meeting up with some other people later, so he suggested we went for a drink.

So I found myself in a bar in Rose St. Not what I had intended for tonight; I was going to spend a quiet - sober - evening; but it would have been churlish, unsociable even, to say no.

We had a pint and a half, and some very good banter; and then we went our separate ways.

I came home a cooked a simple, but delicious, supper: grilled aubergine, grilled courgette and a large portobello mushroom, with a lots of olive oil and lemon juice and coriander. Plus a salad, and some rather nice bread. And a glass of rose.

It was absolutely delicious.

And as I ate, I watched the sun sink in the west whilst the iPod played my favourite John Coltrane and Gil Evans tracks. I hadn't even asked it to - it just kept picking on my favourite tunes from a wealth of records.

Wonderful. Just wonderful.