I've found myself in a cozy warm Pub. I don't remember how I got here but I'm glad I came. I find an empty seat.
I'll wander by, check the hearth and add firewood if needed. Then, I too will find a comfy empty seat.
"Bartender, cappuccino with a double shot of Bailey's Irish cream on the side, if you please, ..."
Welcome!
I'm gonna bust me out some slightly modified Beatles lyrics in your honor:
dear sir or madam will you read our posts it took us years to write won't you with us, toast they're based on blogsite by a man (or woman.. or whatever...) named ~m15o and I need a read 'cuz I want to be a midnight pub writer midnight pub writer!!