My week is done, I am a free man for two days.
Last night I went out to celebrate the weekend a little prematurely. Rich was DJing at Fitzherberts, as were a good few other people. I was introduced to many members of the crowd, most of them very fashionable, and drank three bottles of Newcastle brown, which was one too many.
This morning the house was a mess, the back door stuck, my milk on the turn and my breakfast non-existent, but somehow I got over it all and down to work. We did the usual taking notes, roleplay, etc. I stayed awake. Sam didn’t, not sure how long she’ll last.
Party tomorrow at my place. All are invited.