I hate my job with a passion, I'm increasingly nervous about getting wed in 11 weeks' time, my fiancee's away for the weekend, it's Saturday night and I'm on my own.
But:
The screaming gang hanging round the boarded up shop on the corner have finally shut up, I have a decent bottle of wine, mineral water, and Match Of The Day. Oldham won 2-1, Farnborough lost but are guaranteed promotion as champions anyway. I've done all me chores, had a pint and finished reading a good book over a hot and sunny pub lunch, and am thoroughly enjoying a quiet weekend by myself. Tomorrow I'll be up at a reasonable time, not hungover, maybe wander round Regent's Park, maybe just soak in the bath. Ain't life grand in these small moments? Anyone else feeling unaccountably, well, good?
But:
The screaming gang hanging round the boarded up shop on the corner have finally shut up, I have a decent bottle of wine, mineral water, and Match Of The Day. Oldham won 2-1, Farnborough lost but are guaranteed promotion as champions anyway. I've done all me chores, had a pint and finished reading a good book over a hot and sunny pub lunch, and am thoroughly enjoying a quiet weekend by myself. Tomorrow I'll be up at a reasonable time, not hungover, maybe wander round Regent's Park, maybe just soak in the bath. Ain't life grand in these small moments? Anyone else feeling unaccountably, well, good?
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