Ailsa was away for a sleep over so Jussi and I had an evening in the pub. For some reason someone thought that having a karaoke machine on a Friday night would be a good idea - 'karaoke and disco'. But to an auld **** like me it was just a noise. Once again though, we were just getting into the swing of things when Jussi was called away because Ailsa had decided she wanted to go home. Pah!
I was given a lift home a bit later - by a very drunk 79 year old lady. I've never been so terrified at 2 miles per hour in my life.
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