After too much Sanbucca, wine and beer on a Saturday night, I wake feeling surprisingly human, though in no mood to bounce up and down too early. What remains of the morning is spent watching the home DVDs with Mum, Emsy ocassionally popping in for a viewing.
Too much inactivity leads us to plan a mission, and an exciting hour or two is spent venturing into Sleaford for a white knuckle tour around Lidl, Homebase and Aldi.
We get home and I cook roast beef. So nice to cook in an uncluttered, clean and well ordered kitchen, it really is a pleasure. The meal goes well. I drink too much wine and cherry and as usually happens on a Sunday evening I go to sleep in front of the telly.
Vague plans of venturing to the Nag's Head float into my consciousness, but the grim reality of a pub with three inhabitants keeps me horizontal.
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