Ah Friday night. We are waiting for our Indian take-away to be delivered. Mosh is watching Time Team, his favourite programme, which I recorded for him as a favour. I'm on my lappy reading vox blogs while waiting for my scrabulous opponents to play their words (a new obsession of mine which I'll write more of at another time). I've had a glass of very nice, full-bodied shiraz on an empty stomach and onto my second and already feeling the affects which is probably why I've just had a giggling fit when one of the archaeologists on Time Team said "flange".
If I was 20 looking forward to this I'd probably think what a sad fucker. But I'm happy and it is the perfect end to a chaotic and stressful week.
We are grasping at youthfulnes tomorrow night though and going to see the Smashing Pumpkins at the O2 arena.