Dear Diary
Friday night was fun. Met up with him and his ‘her indoors’. They were nice. He joined us which was very nice too. Talked shite and got drunk on this. Stumbled home and fell to bed. Woke up at 3am in a panic about my work bag (I’ve a phobia about drunkenly leaving bags on the underground). Located it, sighed with relief, went back to sleep then woke at 9 with a hangover. Dentist at 10 (treatment finished now). Went to Sainsburys and a garden centre in the country (no Russian vines in stock!) then watched City Of God (fantastic). Tom came round on Sunday. I cooked a chicken lunch. Darren and Tom drank 4 bottles of wine while I abstained and painted the ceiling in the hall. Darren had his hangover before bed so luckily felt fine this morning. Two four-day-weeks-at-work in a row now as we’re off to Blackpool this Friday till Monday. Hurrah!