Ver' ver' tired.

[liadnan]

All this working stuff they expect me to do: knackering.

Admittedly I had an alcoholic weekend. Friday cocktails followed by dinner with the usual suspects, then off to see very old friends J&L and the now-two-year-old R for the weekend. Drinking into the small hours Saturday night somehow didn't prevent me from waking up at around 5, as is usual when I sleep in a strange bed, so while I was fine for the afternoon spent building mammoth constructions from duplo, on arrival back home I felt like death. And I have a string of hearings this week at difficult-to-reach county courts.

Finished de Bernières Birds without Wings on the train back, so review will follow when I can summon up the energy, as promised.

Comments

[nicnac.livejournal.com]

You had the dubious pleasure of guest starring in my dream last night. Firstly you sold your living room to your friends, then we went off on a shopping expedition to a big off licence that turned into a bakery half way through.

Evidently I must eat less cheese before bed.

[liadnan]

I'm, um, honoured. Was it a good living room?

[nicnac.livejournal.com]

I remember it had a deep red carpet and lots of dark wooden furniture that you had to move into your dining room. Your friends seemed very pleased with it, anyway.

[alan1957.livejournal.com]

sounds quite goth...i'm pleased that i bought it.