On Saturdays I finished work at 4pm, but Zoe finished at 5pm and had to travel from work on the train, which usually got her home at about 6pm. She would text me to say she was on her way home and I’d roll a joint in preparation, as it was a bit of a ritual for us to get a little high before going out to the pubs on a Saturday night.
I’d actually started a little early on that day (crappy shift at work) so was already in a slightly green haze by the time I got her text. I remember putting on something prog rocky then deciding to lay down for a bit and enjoy the weed buzz. Of course; dope, relaxing and lying down tends to only lead to one thing and I must have sparked-out pretty much immediately.