Well Friday night was interesting. It took me four hours to get home. I won't bore you with the details but stupidity is the first word that springs to mind.

Saturday was pretty good. Eventually. After spending most of the day "recovering" I ventured out a got my groceries done and then met up with The Lovely Philippa in town. I coaxed her back to Wandsworth and had pizza. She stayed over, which was cool and we had a massive breakfast at Konnigan's in the morning. Actually I ate most of hers. After she left I spent the rest of the day feeling tired.

Back to the grind...