Dan's birthday. A sign of the times. He's no longer that chubby legged blonde curly haired choiroys eagerly wripping apart parcels and squealing with delight at each surprise. He'shad most of his pressies already (concert tickets it appears) and H has just bought a few token bits from Asda so he has something to open. I am going to take him to see Spamalot next Friday (we went last yar but were up in the gods;this time I have got a pair of front row seats for the same price!)
It's another boring day. Nothing till 3:30. Fortunately next week is looking much usier. I get a few bits done, but as so often inertia is the real winner.
Out with B &N in the evening. I actualy arrive first, which is unusual to say the least, but my continued limited resistance to alcohol is demonstrated by my feeling pretty pissed after 4 pints. Decided not to go for the safe session beer (Brakspears) and paid the price. Would have been worse had H no appeared at 10 saying she had to pick me up early as Sophie was waiting outside the house having forgoten her keys.
Got home and sorted that out then went down to the Bombay Nights to pick up the takeaway. Seemed to orde an awful lot. Seemed to cost an awful lot! Tasted ok though! Their vindaloos are a good deal hotter than the curry centre.
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