I just went for a little walk round the block.
You know, stretch the legs.
The church green looked so lovely in the evening sun, the lanky oaks leaning protectively over the spring daffodils. And I thought to myself, wouldn't it be nice to pause awhile, rest and enjoy a sip or two of sauvignon blanc in the company of the cool air and the lengthening shadows of the evening sun.
Then I thought to myself.
Man drinking booze on his own on a park bench.
Perhaps not.
It's a thin line.
Isn't it?
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