going out on a Friday night when I'm working on Saturday!
Viki and I went out for a bar meal last night (it's our Friday night thing... neither of us wants to cook) and then for a couple of drinks.
Then, when the pubs closed at 1am this morning, it was such a beautiful night that we went a walk along the harbour front and sat on a bench just talking for a while, while Viki had a cigarette or 3 (that'll really help her cold(!)). It was dead quiet... for some reason there wasn't the usual lot of drunken layabouts looking for taxis and folks just hanging around... and the sky wasn't properly dark (I love Orkney around mid-summer)... and there wasn't a breath of wind...
Came home about half past 2 and I collapsed into bed... pleasantly tiddly.
Woke up this morning at 20 to 8... unpleasantly hungover. lol.
Now I'm at work. Had a cup of coffee, so I'm feeling a wee bit more human, but I'm still struggling.
