I was just soundly thrashed on the table football at work. My excuse is that the end of the working day is nearing and I’m feeling a little tired.
It’s been a funny old week. My train to and from work has been consistent in it’s lateness. The neighbours(who I think may be students) have been talking loudly into the early hours of the morning. The resulting lack of sleep has rendered me a little grouchy, so I am looking forward to a nice lie-in tomorrow. The plan for the weekend is to mop up the remaining Christmas presents and to start clearing the spare room in preparation for 'his' arrival. We haven’t decided whether to completely re-decorate or leave the colour(a subtle lilac) as it is. I fancy putting up some colourful pictures. Maybe I can blow up some photographs onto canvas. That would look great if done properly.