I am currently sitting silent, communicating with Craig through exaggerated expressions and notes written on my iPhone. I’ve managed to break my voice.
Craigy Lee at ALC Speakeasy did flash tattoos for St Patrick’s day. A wee spot of good luck on my ankle.
I bought a wee dinosaur planter. He was in a bright bright blue colour that wasn’t quite my style. I rather like the silver makeover I gave him.
Deliveries spread* around the complex and it was ever so exciting. We each got a wee pottle of Marmite hours before it was on sale to the general public.
Admitting that maybe, just maybe, I was coming down with a cold I trekked to the supermarket.
And then a sick-day. Bed, terrible crime shows, and Things and Ink magazine.
I really should have gone straight home after work. I had one glass of wine and it hit me like a truck. I went to bed and slept for twelve hours.
Kim and I went to watch Laura get her nose pierced. We then retired to Meow for a beer. I also had a custard square and it was an excellent decision.
* pun wholeheartedly intended.