In and out of the pubs and the bookies we popped until the wallet ran empty. There was some sort of misunderstanding when he tried to grope me or kiss me or something down a side street so I punched him hard and left him were he fell. I made me way back to the hostel for a good lie down. I had enough for a few cans and sure they got me off to sleep. All I could think about as I was nodding off is that the Post Office opened at 9am. I could get breakfast and be ready for the bookies to be open at 10am and sure wasn’t it grand all the same. Tomorrow would be nothing but winners.
I didn’t dream at all that night. I betcha if I had done it would have been upside down and in black and white.