Just a quick one

The pub called tonight and I escorted H and Housemate to the Boot at Orelton. Amid the beer and cider we regaled the locals with tales of horses, relationships, horses, mittens and a few more horses. They have returned to a Sky+ed Corrie. I have scoffed the remnants of the cream cake whilst listening to music on the headphones. Next time we go out I'll try to get some more cider down housemate in the hope that she will be indiscrete about her friends' private lives or ,indeed, her own. Sadly H does not need that third pint and discussed me as if I was in another room. #humiliatedorwhat. Darcy looked disapproving when we returned

                                         What time do you call this ?