On Friday I went out with work. I was determined to take it easy, as I had a date the following evening with someone I hadn't really spoken to much before, and I wanted to make a good impression. The road to hangovers, however, is paved with good intentions, and after a fantastic evening, and the first work do in a while where I haven't been apprehensive about going to work on Monday afterwards, I did go home fully aware that the next morning would involve a headache. I woke at 8.30. I went out, fixed my exhaust, got a few bits for the new strimmer and mowed the lawn, tidies the garden, tidied parts of the house, hoovered, washed up, mopped, etc. My head still hurt, but I figured that's probably part of who I am, and they always say about these things, be yourself.
The date was a very pleasant evening in the Ritzy Cafe, with excellent music and excellent company, I'm glad to say. The girl in question was very understanding about the hangover, and very polite about my tendency to rant about jazz.
Today, I've watched about ten episodes of Frasier, experimented with cooking for the series of dinner parties I've planned for next week, flown a kite a little (a short aside - struggling to get my kite into the air today, I saw someone else unfold something in Ozone Samurai colours. I thought, that's quite a big kite. Then they unfolded it some more. It was about 30 square metres. On asking, it quickly became apparent that it wasn't a kite at all, but a paraglider, and they were just giving it a bit of a clean. Still, if the wind is going to be like that more often, I might have to get a 30m kite of my own), and had some very nice pork chops. I've also discovered that no matter how hard I try, I'm never going to be able to play Chromatic Fantasy on the four string bass. I'm settling in to a nice bottle of rose, some breaded pork chops (couldn't find any sage, but coriander seemed to work ok), and Top Gear. I am a picture of contentment.
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