Pub

A long and, I'm sorry to report, somewhat grinding day in school. 

However, I was helped through by the prospect of meeting Hugo in the Royal Barn at five.

I left school at four-thirty, changed out of my suit, and was bang on time for meeting with my old chum. 

And he was just the tonic I had been looking forward to and needed. A couple of pints of Royal Lager accompanied by an hour and a half of chatting about this and that, and I felt right as rain.

Here I am on my way home to see the Minx, who was, of course, also a tonic.