Not an entirely wasted day

Today started at 1am when I came staggering in after too many glasses of wine with the girls. An hour later Andy came staggering in after too many jaegerbombs with the boys. The difference is I had very capably got myself to bed. Andy, on the other hand, took his top off then fell asleep leaning against the wall in the lobby.

I tried to move him but he was a dead weight so I left him to it. Two hours later, I find him sleeping in the bathroom with a damp towel around his shoulders. Finally got him to bed and attempted to take his shoes off, to which he said "naaaaw, let me finish...." Right.

Then the cat started whimpering and whining - seems her litter wasn't clean to her standards and she refused to use it. Up at 5am to change her litter tray.

Four hours sleep then off for an eye check.

Spent the day wandering around "like a half shut knife" as my Mum would say. But I did manage to bake bread, fairy cakes and some apple and cinnamon loaf, sort out a load of crap to take to a car boot sale next weekend and settle down for a well-earned nap.

Not an entirely wasted day, but not the stuff that great Saturday's are made of. Never mind, tea and cake for consolation.