And it's a fine time you're having. But the pub of age finds the bed early, eh? You caught the ferry but missed the tin whistle. May the old sod stick to your boots.
Well said, sometimes losing a bit of sleep is well worth a bit more music, a touch more of a chance for conversation and discovery. Then again much is to be said of having ones wits about them for the next days adventure. Always a difficult decision.
Reading your poem, I sided with the local man for you to go down the hill to the pub even if I personally would have gone to my room to go to sleep like you did. (-:
And it's a fine time you're having. But the pub of age finds the bed early, eh? You caught the ferry but missed the tin whistle. May the old sod stick to your boots.
Twas. Lots of unpacking.
Well said, sometimes losing a bit of sleep is well worth a bit more music, a touch more of a chance for conversation and discovery. Then again much is to be said of having ones wits about them for the next days adventure. Always a difficult decision.
Yep. And like most of what happens it seems to be just right. Never thought I'd make it there, and now I'm still there.
Reading your poem, I sided with the local man for you to go down the hill to the pub even if I personally would have gone to my room to go to sleep like you did. (-:
Indeed.