feelgood

I’m so glad it’s Friday night I could boil my own blood and drink it by way of celebration. Admittedly, a pinot noir would taste nicer, but I hope you see what I mean. I’m incredibly pleased the week’s over and I’m trying to express that to you in the strongest terms possible. Nothing particularly bad has happened, I’m just feeling tired and run down and fed up with work and really looking forward to two days at home with the missus. I may suggest a meal out tomorrow and a nice evening walk somewhere. Because it’s only two weeks til we return to GMT and it’ll be too dark to do anything after 5 except mug old women or watch fireworks. 

RC 14-10-16