Sunday, 2 October 2005

ill-advised

September has been crazy, work-wise, even without all the other family stuff that's been going on. Yesterday morning, B got in at 5am and collapsed in to bed, triumphant from his final job for the client he's adamant he's never working for again.

At 8.30, R picked me up and we went and de-rigged the gig that he'd been doing all week. The crew were shattered, so I went along as a fresh pair of hands.

We were finished by lunchtime and decided to collect B and retreat to the pub for some celebratory lunch and a few shandies.

Ill-advised.

We arrived home just after closing time.

I think today might be dedicated to rest and recuperation.

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