hungover

I am so fucked. Last night we gave Danny the send off of his life (he's leaving Zenith to go teach English in Japan).

We started off in the Dudley Arms, our local, and then went on to a nearby bar. Said bar was attached to the Paddington Hilton, which we ended up drunkenly booking into for the night.

I left Danny this morning with 2 1/2 bottles of wine to finish and a copy of the Guardian I'd ordered the night before.

I still feel drunk. :o)

It's a nice hotel, though.

yet another post from me...no sex this time

After all that utter faff, we are staying put in our old house for a modestly increased rent (+ £20 a month). Our washing machine will be fixed by the end of the week.

What a bloody palaver. However, Not Moving should help my overdraft.

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I am very tired. Can I go to bed now, please?