Friday Huff

Soon after getting back home this evening, we walked up the road for what we call in these parts "a Friday night Huff". Nothing to do with stamping feet and folding arms. It just comes from the name of our local.
A couple of drinks and back home, then dinner, and I feel straight to sleep on the sofa. C woke me up, and I went to bed, totally exhausted. It's been a long old week. 
By the way - the wine is not THAT big - it's just an optical illusion. Honest!