Im not well. i like to think it's because i'm a delicate flower of a woman and the slightest change in temperature could cause a sniffle. However i am actually pretty sure it's more down to the fact that Friday took everything out of me and i've got fucking bladderd two nights in a row.
Saturday brought the usual nights drinking, i cooked dinner, sat and waited for Ben to come home (like the good wife i am) got the boy out and Kev came too. We ended up in one pub that was insanely busy so went down to the rising sun and promptly took over the duke box thus pissing off half the indie student elective in there. After Maz and Kev had left Ben joined me in caning the spiced rum and we staggered home to fall asleep with the cat on the sofa listening to punjab radio.
Woke up at half 4 with my head on Bens stomach and the cat on my shoulder. Good times, i went to bed fully clothed.
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