So last night was a blast. We went to the pub and I just about drank my own body weight in sweet, sweet beer. While most of the pub was focused on the big game, our conversation ranged from Abba rarities to essential oil blends via the ugliness of cinema carpets.
We know how to work the art of conversation.
So I got home too late and too drunk, so now I'm too hung-over. 5pm, please hurry up and get here.