We didn't make it home Friday night... In one of those drunken moments where everything seemed like a good idea we were invited to spend the night in Tooting Bec... and did. Coming home Saturday morning in Friday nights clothes minded me of times in the past where I said it would never happen again. Strangely enough I didn't feel too bad...
Saturday was Karen's engagement party. A good night cut a little short as Misty wasn't feeling that great. It was questionable whether Misty would attend at all - I'm glad she did.
Sunday we popped in on the 'rents. We haven't been there for a while (sorry folks!) so it was good to see them. We also had to pick up the ingredients for our "Burns Supper." Haggis, game pie, roast veg, and a rather nice red finishing off with a variety of cheeses and crackers. An excellent meal. We will celebrate burns night again tomorrow in a slightly more traditional (for me) way by having a Scotish ale or three in the Spoons.
The cats have been especially affectionate - perhaps they feel we abandoned them on Friday... I need to take Sam to the vets today to have her stitches out so I'm at home. I should be working now but I am a little sick of writing up reports and plans. I hate documentation. I'll have to finish up after I get back from the vets.
