I know that it's hardly the end of the world, but it's only the middle of the month, pay day is more than a fortnight away, I over spent on my food budget for the week, I've just smoked the last few, slightly dried out, dregs of my Charatan Eventide and a crack just opened up on the shank of my old briar.
A tin of Samuel Gawiths Winter Time blend, a cafetiere of strong, freshly ground coffee, a few squares of 70% dark chocolate and a large whisky would go a long, long way to making life a lot more pleasant right about now.
