Too old for this

Out drinking last night, celebrating the visit of L, who was our tour guide in India, and perhaps also drowning subconscious sorrows at the end of my plumbing course.

Then a two hour meeting this morning about something horrible and technical. And I can't do it, my brain isn't working, I want to be snuffleuppacussed under a duvet with a copy of Hello magazine and some Robinson's barley water.

And a massive weekend approaches, will I survive?

Need a Zen injection.

joella