Realising what you miss

Its been an interesting night. My roast dinner I'd budgeted time to cook for my roast but not any time to eat or travel to the pub where I was going to meet my sister, her boyfriend and their friends. I got there just in time to move pubs and see my sister go home as she was ill. Enjoyed a couple of pints and conversation with people I still don't really know aside from my sisters boyfriend and left after a couple of hours. The reason for this was 2 fold, one I really need to get back on my old sleep routine, I'm due in at work at 5am on saturday and I've been nowhere near that routine lately. The other that I had an invite for a night out with cinema folk old and new. I was equally late for this arrangement as I hadn't planned to go at all, being strapped for cash, but a last minute change of heart occurred as often does when alcohol is involved. The place was packed however, and instead of trying to find them, I went straight to the bar. Pint in hand, I did a quick walkthrough and came up short and without mobile signal. Making the best of a bad situation I found a table (amazingly given the rammed nature of the place), a chair and started reading the book I'd brought with me for my bus travel - Michael J Fox's autobiography if you must know - and just sat. It was maybe a bit loud to do so, but the selection wasn't bad with Ace of Spades, Welcome to the Jungle, and some disturbed track I can't place at the moment among others. And I just sat there, nice book, pint (Worthingtons - not great but at £1.69 and the choice between that and lager it'll do) and decent music and the general sound of life on the outside. It was peaceful, relaxing, and something I think I should do more often..Its cliche but it can be the little things in life that make it worthwhile