Sunday, October 03, 2004

Urgh. Hubby came to bed at 6am (after a couple of post-work drinkies - normally home at 4am, so not quite as bad as it sounds) and started babbling on about some car accident he'd seen on the way home. Needless to say, about 5 mins later he was flat out and snoring for England (or Kosova, whichever), and I couldn't go back to bloody sleep. So here I am. If I can muster up some energy, I might have a long walk to Euston to buy a train ticket for my visit to Stafford on Friday (visiting the vicar-friend).


At 5:44 pm, Blogger billy said...

...I hate it when carolyn comes to bed - starts a conversation and then falls asleep...oh, hang on - she never does!!!'s always me :^)...


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