At a frequency of about once a week (twice, if I tap into my A-game) I manage to irk the Wife to the extent that she orders me from the house to go have a little “me” time. Obviously I’m devastated (ahem) at having to leave my family alone, but hey, what’s a man to do?
So, shattered (cough) and alone, how does a lost soul stave off idleness for a few hours in the wide world?
I go to my local pub, of course.
We recently relocated to a new town, which in turn meant that I had to re-establish a social setting in which to blow off some steam.