Home alone.
So, tonight I spend the first night in my marital bed without my marital wife since our marital happening three months ago, as she’s off to visit her parents (and steal their tile-cutter).
From an early age I enjoyed spending time on my own, but the older I get the more I find I get a bit lost when left to my own devices. I procrastinate on a grand scale, eat badly, sink into a hole on the sofa in front of MTV2 and shirk as many of my tasks as possible. I have lots to do. Weddings to edit, albums to design, filing, tidying, DIY, but will I have acheived anything noteworthy come her return towards the end of the week? Only time will tell.
Drinks with ex-University friends tomorrow night will put a serious dent in my ability to succeed. The last one ended with me helping home a serious casualty, turning a blind eye to her projectile-vomiting from the cab window in the middle of Whitehall. Let’s hope I feel better than I did on Saturday morning after my first drinks with new work.
Mental note: don’t drink 6 pints of Guinness on an empty stomach after a beer-free period of a month or more.
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