Not many people know that I’m a graduate. Or that I have two degrees. My first was in psychology. And I have to say that this (and perhaps, more so, my old counselling qualification) was of use this evening.

After a pretty stressful day, I called off at my local for a drink. One drink.

It was pretty empty, a bloke was leaving as I arrived – I think I know him. He said hello as he left. That left me in the company of the barmaid, a man at the end of the bar (I recognised him too, but don’t know his name) and a man with a beard, sitting at a table.

I regret the fact that I’d not recognised the man with the beard as James, my former stepson. I realised as he left in what seemed like a rush. He may not have noticed me, but I hope I didn’t offend him inadvertantly. I feel bad on the off chance that I did.

I opted for a second drink and the man at the bar left soon after, leaving me alone (apart from the barmaid, that is).

Within a few minutes, a young-ish bloke arrived. He bought what looked like vodka or possibly rum and coke. He’d clearly been in a fight.

I didn’t ask his name, but talked with him at length (with the barmaid’s assistance) about avoiding making rash decisions – which he seemed to be at risk of doing.

I’d have been home much earlier, but didn’t want the responsibility associated with any bad decision he’d make.

Anyway, he left with the assurance that relationships wouldn’t be ended this evening and that, I hope, he’ll think about options available to him tomorrow. When he’d a chance to cool off; without alcohol.

I may not have made use of that first degree, and only used basic counselling skills, but I hope that our conversation has prevented, or at least delayed, any rash decisions.