Home again, home again

I woke up yesterday with the ick riding high in my lungs. so I called in around 9, made arrangements to come in at noon, and swung by the doctor’s before coming in.

And now, I’ll be leaving.

Not the longest day I’ve ever spent in this industry, but amongst a short handful. It’s amazing the sort of things you can get done late at night, when no-one’s around to distract you with ….stuff.

For starters, you get to re-accquaint yourself with one of the great benefits of adult living.

Single-serve bottles of wine.

Two meals in today, but I’m feeling pretty good. I’ll be glad to get back home and pass out, and the weekend’s meals are nice and easy.

All for now. going off into internet free-bhagwania, whilst the landlords are out of sight/town/the country. I may or may not hop on again later from an internet cafe.

 

Or not.