This wasn't today's refreshment, but last night's. My pal M invited a few folk out for her birthday and we had a fine time.
My route home was via the magical portal of the second last train. It's a strange conveyance - part jolly sit-com cocktail party and part tricky game show with very high stakes.
I hope the man who dropped his phone under the train managed to get home to Greenock as he was sure the Largs train take him.
I can also reveal that the best way to ease yourself into Sunday morning is not in the company of a four-year-old insomniac.