Jiggered

I want my bed, i think I'm still recovering from Dublin.

Had a really good night last night though, struggled to get out of my p.j's and actually get ready to go out after Eastenders.

Got to Spoons, he was sat there in his best shirt, he'd had some bad news which wasn't a good start to the night, but my infinite wit, charm and charisma soon had him laughing like a drain.

We had 3 pints in spoons, he was doing impressions of Matt's Dad and slagging the "girls" at the club off both which made me laugh.

He'd asked me to get some stuff for the cricket raffle, so i said he'd have to come up as they're clogging up my fooking kitchen, he then got really excited and started saying "oh i'm going to keep that for myself, i need an angle grinder, can you get me a drill?".

Chatted to Tracy (i fight men), got awriggle on and got to the Wickham at 10pm, they were on question 13, me thinks we've missed the start of the quiz, looked for Matt's Dad.
couldn't see him hidden behind the door in "his usual spot" so we went through and helped some randoms with the answers, had 2 more pints, then Matt's Dad appeared chatting away.

He told us to be there at 9.45pm next week, then tutted as he knew nothing about Richard moving into Marlene's.

Spoketo Tango Danny and his Mum (ooh i wish you'd have a spray tan our Danny), outside spoons, he asked me if i was courting, bit of a giveaway, seen as Andy had hold of my hand, Zenith taxi home, listened to Cold play and KT Turnstall, drank Beth's beer out of the fridge and up to bed at 1ish..........but not to sleep.

Am absolutely dead on my fooking feet today, David is giving me light chores to do as i am fragile.
Like txting his mate "mouse" the entire lyrics, to a mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam.

But am now having to go back to fooking Tradex (4th time this week), to deliver 40 routers.

Too tired to play out tonight (we've heard that before). Mum and Dad's wedding anniversary tomorrow evening, family meal, table for 10, 7pm sharp.