I like going to the pub on my own., or if I'm meeting somebody I'll always go in and get a drink rather than waiting outside in the cold for them.
I also hang out with my colleagues as the main part of my social life now I've realised.
I got locked out on Saturday night because I was home for the weekend, decided to run out back for a wee cigarette before I went to sleep - my dad came downstairs and went to lock the back door. Instead of doing the sensible thing of letting him know I was down there, my response was instead to hide (as in my slightly drunk head I didn't want him to see me smoking). I then had to run through our garden to the front door, in wet grass with socks on, to get Dad to let me in.
That was just quite funny more than anything else.
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