I have had a wonderful day out. I finally met
scratchmeharder along with the usual reprobates at a Sluts pubbing. Before that I spent about an hour and a half with Anna-Maria, which was great, and I hope to see more of her in the near future, if only to drag her away from the work that she seems to be allowing to take over her time a little too much.
On the way home, here in Fleet, from the station, I bumped into a group of young people, either late teens or early twenties, it having been one of their birthdays. They insisted I hug the birthday girl, and I did , at about the third person in their group, and then someone else in their group for good measure. They asked I come along with the, but I insisted I needed to get home, the opposite away.
Why can't people just love each other, not hate ?