Last train

September 29th, 2003

Friday night was a works night out to celebrate the 40th birthday of a colleague. It was also my first night out as a non-city-dweller since I left my parents house all those years ago.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say I felt the pain of once again relying on the last train home. Leaving before midnight was a depressing experience. We have a plan though - the missus is going to get a job that pays lots of cash and then we’ll be able to afford the taxi boundary charges. It’s foolproof.

I went up to the new house on Sunday under the flimsy pretext of needing to measure the garden for a fence. We don’t actually get the keys until Friday. As it turned out the existing fence was fine, but it did give me the opportunity to peer into the shed and get excited about the prospect of filling it with tools with which to make things out of wood.

Curiously, the appeal of this, and the words ‘I could get into gardening’ coming out of my wife’s mouth didn’t worry me. I did worry that it wasn’t worrying me though. Maybe we’re too old for late-nights out in Glasgow. Shit, now I am worried.

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