Nora in full flow.

Worked 14 hours a day this week.
Then I worked today.
And I'll be working from 10am till 11 pm tomorrow.

Can you blame me for nipping out for a little glass of wine?
The fact that the slightly mad and wonderful Nora
engaged me in a totally surreal chat about Elvis
impersonators was just a bonus.
The great thing about being fucking knackered is that
a glass of wine and a little malt get you pretty pissed.

Cheap night out.
Lordy, what's happened to me?