Friday... up at 6.20am against my will (mum-in-law wasn't breathing very well, so bruv-in-law decides to call the good wife, instead of the doctors / ambulance), look after little OBonio until wife has sorted mother out, peg it into work for 11.45am, getting caught by speed camera on the way, work 8 hours straight to make up hours all the while being undermined and generally effed about by management (this is a recurring theme at work atm, but just added to the day nicely). Come 7.45pm, decide to go for pint to which wife points out my parents wanted to show me their new house and could I take our portable TV down for them. Yes, yes, yes, but I'm going to the pub! Spend hour and a half at my parents new place trying to get TV tuned with various boosters and posturing like a fairy with an aerial to no avail. Get home at 9.30pm having not gone for pint and wife moaning she'd cooked me a shepherd's pie. Luckily we don't have a dog, but she'd left it out to go cold :o(.
Glad I got that off my chest.