The Drunkard

Feared yet inevitable that I must return to the humble place that I call home, after spending a few hours without concern, at my favourite watering hole, The jester, It being less than half a mile, ten minute walk but with one step forward two steps back stopping every person I met, just to talk, no coordination but vocals I didn't lack, after forty five minutes my house I did arrive, attempting to insert my key into it's key hole without success door opened, as if alive, falling through shouting God save my soul ! My dear wife disgusted said I'VE HAD ENOUGH! So have I, that's why I've come home my love. 27/01/2017.