Leaving Lydiard Park

Saturday's fine, so about ten of us have a barbecue again. Mid-evening, when I've eaten plenty, my ex and I head into town. We go to the Walkabout Inn in Swin. I mind a little more than usual; it's been only 21hours since I've been there. The women are old -- Saturday night is D&D night, it seems -- and I know no one else there.