It is a luverleee thing, after a night of good food and a bottle of red wine and a ricard to start, to find an amount of Spiced rum that you didn't actually finish off a couple of nights ago.

This should help relax me into a nice sleep.

Or help me think that being naked in the garden talking to the fish pond at five in the morning is a good idea.

Again.

No, stop it. Not rude innuendo type stuff.

I had a very nice meal in the best, and only, French restaurant in my little suburban town.

And as it was their tenth anniversary (I am amazed that this place has lasted ten years in our chav tastic little town) We got a free bottle of wine with the meal.

It was a very good evening.

Candles, good atmosphere, real French waiters managing to make you feel that you had done something wrong in spite of how friendly they were (and they were friendly) It must just be something to do with French waiters.

They are probably pissed off that they are working in East London and not somewhere in Paris.

And so does my boss.

I am the proud possessor of a first class headache. Real bastard of a thing. Hurty much. And I feel run down and rather turd like.

Which is not good, as I am supposed to be going out tonight.

Bumholes.

And my boss has given me a wonderful big file of stuff to attack in that way I do.

Total Meh out.

I have not done a post today! And it’s nearly lunchtime!

A blog habit, I HAS IT!

Addictive personality you see. I can never do things “A bit” it tends to be all or nothing.

Anyway, I know you really can’t live without my inane bollocks – just admit it!

Yeah, I know……….I am getting my coat.

In other news, someone is coming to view the house tomorrow night. First one in months. Eeeeep!