Where you wake up late, (due to being woken up by chavtastic neighbour's daughter's ex ringing all the bells available and bellowing to be let in), look at the huge pile of unread email that's come in and just think, “Eww, do I have do?”.
The sun's starting to come out, it's Friday, I had a really long day yesterday teaching PR types about blogs, scaring the daylights out of a bunch of health industry types, and being inspired and delighted by ORG volunteer types (who are, I have to say, a lovely bunch). Why isn't it Saturday today?
Ah, at least I get crepes for breakfast this morning. Can't be all bad.
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