It was Nadine’s birthday bash this weekend — destination, Southampton!
Because Shaun has, in his own words, ‘ferried my fat arse around for fifteen years’, it was my turn to drive. It’s fortunate, therefore, that I can.
After an uneventful journey, and some confusion with a parking meter, we got to Nadine’s and I got a cider!
I’m sure everyone had fun because I did. I know I did because I only remember snippets. I wasn’t very well on Sunday.
Now that it’s Monday, and late Monday, and I’m still feeling the tendrils, I can’t help but feel old. Worn out. Knackered.
I need to get me to bed.