It's the people that I miss

Now that I've started blipping regularly again, all the old feelings come flooding back. One in particular is the panic that leads to the desperation blip.
It is 10:45 at night and nothing so far. Luckily, I'm doing a one hour round trip to get some milk.
OK I'm giving Emilance a lift home and I also need some milk.
Driving back through Manchester city centre which is thronging with night-life, the only option is a picture of this lively scene as I temporarily stop.
So I do it.

Bugger.