A morning of fuzz

I really REALLY did not want to get out of bed this morning.

My voice has dropped an octave. I sound like a man.

I am currently sat at my desk at work and yes IT'S A SATURDAY!! That, as ever, means that I have exactly zero else to do but sit here as we all know that the general public hasn't cottoned on to the fact that my office is open on a Saturday morning.

I am just planning what I am going to do when I finish, which is at 1pm. I am toying with the idea of spending an hour at the gym, as I need to wash my hair and they provide the most wonderful shampoos there. I also have to pop out and feed a friends cat, and I was contemplating starting my christmas shopping. It seems a bit keen to be doing that thought, its only November for chrissake! If Mr N is at home I will probably partake of some Resident Evil 4 with him. We are well into it now and have collected many treasure items, and have maps and guns and stuff. So far there are no zombies, just evil villagers with pickaxes and chain saws. Its a bit Deliverance.

Went out for a drink and a curry last night with SJ, Mike, Ed and another chap who I think was called Luke. Was all very nice. Earlier in the week we had Katherine & Johan round for a few drinks as she is off to London town this weekend. Johan taught Mr N to make proper Mohjitos as he used to work in Laskas and is full of cocktail knowledge. An excellent guest to have around the place, he can certainly come again.

Other things I did in the last few days include trying and failing miserably to cook a piece of plaice. It was rubbish, or rather, I was rubbish at cooking it.

I feel really really bloated. Bleurrr. Eating a big plate of curry and naan bread probably didn't help matters. Shall I go and have another cup of tea. Yes.

PS This is how I feel right now:

PPS Just inadvertanatly found a website through that picture. Check out these beauties.