pushing the boundaries of modern skateboarding

back behind the bar today.

only a quick shift but it still dragged. the last hour is always the worst. it seems like a year sometimes.

quite an uneventful shift, usual thursday afternoon with the usual regulars, talking about their usual topic of conversations. a small group of men aged between 25 and 50, commenting on a world viewed through a newspaper, yet all the time claiming to know how to solve social and economic problems, if only they were allowed to do it from the comfort of their favourite bar stool.
today they were distracted by the arrival of woody, my darling other half, who walked into the pub with a shiny new cast on his wrist.
yesterday when out on his skateboard 'pushing the boundaries of modern skateboarding' he fell off
throughout the falling evening with much pain and discomfort he decided to go to a+e
so it turns out its broken. as he walked into the pub the jokes starting flowing about various ways he could have achieved this suddenly comical injury.

it wasnt long before the conversation went back to the usual subjects. The afternoon regulars soon realised they'd had their daily fill of their favourite tipple and wobbled off in to the sunset to make room for the evening drinkers. i finished work and left the bar, glad for a decent conversation.