Monday and all is well
The weekend was so quiet, Friday, I got home at about 21h30 after a long day at work, and fell into the "grunting at boyfriend and heading to bed" routine. I lay in on Saturday, until 2pm (what a sloth) and then pottered around and got sorted for dinner at Karl's. Very nice it was too, we watched 1984,101 rent boys and taped and watched popstars. Michael had news that he has to go for a big brother interview and We are all sure he will make it on to the show. Sam was there and is off to Sydney tomorrow, I am sure he will be seing Dave out there. Lucky lucky boys, I need a break badly. Andy didn't arrive as the Torture Garden was on and we heard later that he had fallen in his kitchen after one alcopop too many, broken 2 ribs and punctured a lung.I am sure that the mishap didn't happen at the Torture Garden and was indeed a domestic accident (yeah rite!!) Still where's theirs blame, their's a claim!!!!
I missed the Vauxhall for the first time in age's on Sunday, I don't know what came over me, I just didn't feel like going out.(I am, indeed, a boring old fart) but promised my body that I would take it and abuse it at Hope next Saturday.
Work is shit today and I have done nothing.