Another good Friday (that’d make a GREAT film name), spoke to Psycho Tony and made my point clear, drank the pub out of Stella, sent another text to Harriett declaring my undying love etc. then came home and opened a bottle of red wine.
The travesty is, having risen from my pit, I noticed I’d not finished the bottle (my dad would’ve given me so much stick for that – it’s just not the Bennett/French way) so, glass of cheeky Merlot for pre-breakfast, then quick bath and down to the Gash for brekkie.
As an aside: you know you were shit-faced when you realise you were using a £20 note as a coaster…
I love my life 🙂