Saturday night 3
Going into town after a win by the local rugby team was probably not my best idea. Walking to the cash machine I got unwanted attention from a group of drunken peeps, sitting at the door of my safe pub. I just carried on and even walked back past them to the safety of my office which I remembered the key for. I short rest and change from slim 3.5" tan boots to block 3.0" black - I had no flats.
A slight detour and I made it to the pub via the side door - I left the same way a bottle of wine later, unfortunately the verbals continued.
Verbally bruised but I went back to the office for wedge 4.0" black boots for the bus trip home. Had few minutes waiting and a girl saw me but life was back to normal as quiet again.
Glad my next night out will be with company in the easier going Blackpool.