A Night To Remember!

Buttoning up his favourite green waistcoat and checking his pocket watch was firmly in his chest pocket, he leant closer to the mirror with a wide smile. Picking his teeth once and running a hand through his fine grey hair he chuckled at himself. "Oh, Hamlock - You are quite the Hobbit!" he guffawed loudly, to no one in particular. Waddling over to the other side of the room, he spent a few moments 'umming' and 'aahing' over which walking staff to take with him. Eventually settling upon a Rich Oak one, he reached up high on his tip-toes to unhook his travelling cloak from the wall. Fastening it closely about himself, he reached for the round door of his fine Hobbit hole and stepped out into the cool night air! "Where are you off to, Hamlock, dressed so smartly?!" queried one of his most curious of neighbours with a glint in his eye. Readying his walking staff upon the ground, Hamlock set off at a brisk pace, waving a hand in farewell to the small village of Woodhall. "Just off for a drink in Bywater, good sir! I don't expect I'll be back till morning!", he called back to the bemused neighbour. With another giggle of laughter, Hamlock joined the Stock Road and was finally on his way for a Night in the Green Dragon!