It was one of those crazy days at work.
I probably put too much stuff into my diary for the day thinking I could go quickly from one event to the night. In the end I managed, though there were times I had to ask colleagues to look after a thing or two (small tasks) along the way.
By the end of the day though I was buggared. Really tired.
And although I’d made a tentative plan to go to The Clarence for one of their new ABBA nights, I ended up spending the night at home in front of the television. I ordered a pizza. I bought a bottle of wine. That’s surely enough effort for a Friday night?