Another day at work again and as per yesterday’s post, I really don’t want to be here, it’s not that I don’t want to be actually working, it’s more I’m absolutley shattered . .  Mel’s dad Fred’s been staying with us for about a week now and he’s sleeping in the spare bedroom, whihc means that if I’m snoring and Mel wakes me up I can’t just get out of bed and go sleep in the spare room, instead Mel just give’s me a punch and wakes me up, so it’s been a nightmare, I’ve been woken up about 4-5 times a night, thus negating any proper sleep at all.  This is going to play havoc with my New Years eve plans, knowing my luck I’ll fall asleep well before the New Years even happened.  God I really want my spare bed back, no offence Fred

In fact I’m so tired I even bought a sarnie off the sarnie woman, totally forgetting I’d already brought some baked beans and toast in with me this morning . . . roll on home time is all I can say