Bored and fed up...
I may be getting rip-roaringly drunk when I go out tomorrow afternoon. One of my mates saw Ian in the pub about three or so hours ago and he was having "just one more". I've sent him a text asking if it's a bottomless bucket he's got! Thing is, I was going to go to the pub when I got back to Sheffield this evening, but I had a bag of stuff off mum and a bag of meat and pies, plus the Halfway tram came before one that went into town... It's a bit late for me to go back into town on the bus now.
Oh, just got a reply. He'll be on the "next-ish" tram.
Oh, just got a reply. He'll be on the "next-ish" tram.