Posted by sean on May 17, 2020 at 8:25 pm in Fun At Home with No Comments


My day has been much like a Derby County player’s car after a night in the pub… a write-off

A disturbed night meant that I was unable to get the minimum eight hours sleep my body demands. Seriously, if I don’t get enough, I’m fecking useless the next day.

I have always loved my bed and sleep – as my parents will confirm. I was the only baby that anyone had heard of who would sleep solidly from bedtime until morning.

Due to my fatigue, all the plans I had for today went out of the window. I didn’t even get downstairs until 2pm! The afternoon was then spent watching Claire play Rayman on the PlayStation, while offering pointless advice on how to get beyond some tricky sections of the game.

We were going to enjoy a lovely, vegetarian Sunday Roast. However, given that Claire’s night was equally unpleasant and disturbed as mine, she too was tired.

The thought of cooking and eating a banquet wasn’t appealing to either of us. We are therefore having a spaghetti bolognese ready meal. The Sunday Roast will have to be eaten tomorrow. Yes, on Monday – but given the lockdown situation we are currently in, whatever day it may be feels meaningless.

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