Brownie night

Thursday night is Brownie night, it's when i rush home through the lovely Leeds traffic to get to Brownie HQ for 6 where i pick my wife up (she has just dropped off at the Brownies) and then return an hour later to pick up said Brownie. I was a little late tonight, mainly due to the fact the traffic coming out of Leeds did not recognise that i was on a mission to Brownie HQ and they needed to part like the Red Sea for Moses. My wife rang to say she would start walking back, i suggested that i wouldn't be long and that on current timing would probably catch up near the Vine Tree pub.
On arriving (not by chance) just outside the pub and it was suggested we catch a quick drink and before returning to collect our little Brownie. Why is it as parents when you visit the pub you feel like you are naughty, sneaking a quick drink before you are found out. After a hard day in the office the pint of Becks Vier was like heaven, and then the entertainment began. Two grown men, clearly a little drunk, in a near deserted pub "offering" each other "outside" whilst having a very loud drunken argument. This was very amusing and completely childish, before you get the imagine of young larger louts, these were grown men in business suits!!
Before you know it time to collect little Brownie and then return home to get snuggled up for the night in front of the TV, how blooming cold is it today!
Later dudes, anybodt there yet??