I hate weekends. The missus works almost solidly all weekend so I spend pretty much the whole time hanging around, watching dvd’s, faffing with my computer and just generally being bored.

Normally we at least get to spend the evenings together, but tonight she’s had to pull a double shift so I’ve even got to sleep alone. Still… I’m sure the bottle of red wine that I’ve just polished off will help with that (even if it is 4am as I write this).

Isn’t there an unwritten rule somewhere about not blogging while under the influence of drinks and/or drugs? Ah well… if there was it’s not unwritten anymore cos I’ve just gone n written it down haven’t I?

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