the_happy_pig

I once heard someone say:

"A plan is a list of events that never happen"

This could not be truer. The plan for Friday was simplicity itself: Don't have too much to drink and go to bed early with your dignity still intact.

So I ended up drinking about 14 pints of wheat beer, and going to bed at half 5. Dignity? Well, I left it here somewhere, I saw it not too long ago. *pats pockets and looks guilty*

So the drive home was pretty arduous, roadworks and bloody grockle boxes. But I survived and when I returned home, I discovered that my housemates had just lit the barbecue, and that there was a space cake bake off. So naturally I spent yesterday afternoon in no fit state to really do anything than sit slumped in a chair and giggle. Oh, and be underwhelmed yet again with our football team's performance. I wish I'd laid a bet on that now, I would have cleaned up.

Lastly, don't ask me how or why; I appear to have grown a social life again! Which is nice...