Well, it's been a great weekend. Before I write about it, however, I would like to apologise in advance for what will doubtless turn out to be a crap post.

This is because my brain happens to be melting as we speak, dribbling out of my ears and wrapping my tongue in a thick gloop rendering me incapable of speaking properly, such is the consequence of the attack of the Beast of Fatigue, whose vicious, fiery exhalations in my head are responsible for the current brain meltdown. Or something.

But anyway. Friday I had one of those lapses of concentration that lasts all day, so abandoned all pretence at work early on and headed to Nearlyscouseville for a lot more wine than is generally considered to be good for me, and the consequent ticking of another box on the questionnaire of life. Don't ask, cos I ain't saying. Well, not right now anyway.

Saturday I learnt a few things: one, my sunglasses contain a unique type of magnet that attracts rainclouds; two, it's a long drive from Wirral to Surrey, and three, Juzzzy couldn't direct his way out of a paper bag. Ok, that's slightly harsh, he could... but only after he'd traversed every single fold and crevice of it... ;)

But anyway. That afternoon, we enjoyed the traditional English summer BBQ, munching on delicious sausages and marinated chicken breasts whilst dodging raindrops, courtesy of my two wonderful friends who were, as ever, the perfect host and hostess. It never ceases to impress me that some of my friends have actually managed to grow up. I am in awe of them. Cheers medears xx

An evening shift of venue to the local pub, where lots of stories, laughter and general merriment were shared by all. Followed by a stagger back home, where RTB somehow managed not to disgrace herself any further by passing out on the sofa, although she's really not sure how.

But anyway. Sunday was filled with delicious bacon sarnies, a healthy dose of Hollyoaks, running away motorway-bound from Big Brother, a fair drive home, a cheeky Guinness or two, an even cheekier spicy curry and some yummy wine and chocolate consumed whilst trying not to slumber on someone else's couch (an endeavour assisted in no small part by the fact that we were watching the non-scary but disturbingly gruesome film, The Hills Have Eyes. Blergh).

And so to this morning, and it has to be said that a bloody 5am start courtesy of the goddamn noisy rain which refused to let me sleep, and trying to thwart various attempts on my life by aggressive twats on the motorway, has still not managed to douse the lovely warm glow I have in my belly from the curry and the weekend as a whole.

But anyway. Hope you all had good ones too.

And now, on with the rest of the day, which I dearly hope will progress nice and speedily, since there is only one sentence that I would love to hear right now; namely, as that beloved Magic Roundabout character used to say:

"Time for bed!"

*boing*