Today I have been bashed over the head with the 'Have a Shite Day' stick.
Too long and far, far too tedious to go into here but no-one will be happier than me when the small hand reaches the 5.
Subsequently I am missing my Bristol drinking buddies so badly it aches. How I wish I could see them again, have too many drinks and talk about things like travel and adventures rather than babies, work or mortgages. And laugh like drains.
Thankfully I am meeting my lovely friend Michael for a drink tonight after work; he may not be in the Bristol binge drinking vein but he comes close...
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