
The idea was that H was going to get up this morning, take me to the car and then I would drive to work. But H got home at 4am drunk as a skunk, and was therefore very much not capable of driving a motorised vehicle at 7am. So I PT'd it, worked until 3pm (cruisy day) and then TW at work who lives around the corner from Story Bridge Hotel gave me a lift to the car after work.
H is just getting okay now, poor soul. At least he had an awesome and crazy night. M suffered a boring day though at home with hungover daddy so when I got home I took him down to the shops for coffee and a wander around BigW.
Going in the cab last night was great. I had forgotten how much I enjoy talking to cab drivers, they always have the best stories.
Tomorrow is archery.
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