Right. My week:
Monday: Woke up. Worked. Cooked 2 litres of pasta sauce, a roast chicken and meatballs. Froze former. Put books away on bookshelves. Considered putting some kind of order on them. Decided against it. Jenny and Mairead came over. Discussed horse-racing. Stared dumbly into mid-air. Went to bed.
Tuesday: Woke up. Worked. Walked dog. Considered putting clothes away in wardrobe. Decided against it. Drank half bottle of wine. Watched 'I love 1980'. Realised I wasn't born then. Felt depressed. Rang Aoife. Slept.
Wednesday: Woke up. Worked. Visited Liz. Walked in dog sh*t. Went driving in car park with mother. Learnt how to indicate. Very difficult. Was supposed to watch video in Mairead's house. Didn't. Cooked coq au vin. Forgot vin. So it was Coq au vin sans vin.
Thursday: Woke up. Felt sick. Mother advised exercise. I disagreed. Old lady told me I was ugly. Went driving with mother. Stalled four hundred billion times. Cooked dinner. Had fag in deck chair out back with overcoat on. Felt blue. Jenny came over. Watched Eastenders. Sally came home. Tried to impress her by showing how I could recite all the lyrics to Golddigga. Forgot whole verse. Looked for M.I.A. CD to show Sally. Couldn't find it. Decided Aoife must have stolen it cos she loves M.I.A. so much.
Friday: Woke up. Walked to work. Felt better. Read complementary comment on blog. Felt MILES better. Read nice email off Aoife. Felt terrific. Decided must get M.I.A. CD back off the b*tch though. Liz called in. Finished making out Harry Potter quiz for childrens book week. Realised I had neglected to make note of the answers. Cursed silently to self so hoardes of crayon-weilding brats wouldn't hear and logged into blogger. Thought about vodka. A LOT.
Roll on the weekend.