Revel in this mess

I miss all things simple.
I miss when we pay for a pint in the Devvie and we take it with us, all the 10 yards to Balti Tower.
I miss when girls enter with bunny ears and banners saying someone's getting married.
I miss to observe their simple pleasures.

I miss when you drive and I am in the passenger seat.
I miss the spagetti junction and the steel grey sky and the clouds and the rain.
I even miss you swearing and sighing.

I miss the trains and the platforms and the sudden

announcements

I miss all things simple.

The petrol station

the pub

and also the grub