Strange to think that yesterday was my last official working day before the big event. Ran about like a headless chicken in the office and outside, trying to get things sorted. There was definitely a palpable sense of discontent/anxiety/stress in the office. People were screaming/swearing/laughing nervously.
At 8.30pm dragged myself away to go for dinner with Miss X and ended up having a very soothing Friday night. Had dinner, probably spoke too much, went for a spot of Wine at Dempsey (I'm beginning to like South African Wines, I must admit) before sending her home, where we went on a mission of sorts (during which I probably ended up speaking too much again...I do think I need to stop spraffing so much nonsense...can't quite help it though. MON!)....Returned home and attempted to watch some US Open whilst polishing off the rest of the bottle of vino from Dempsey (succeeded in the latter task but kept passing out in front of the telly like some alcoholic old-age pensioner).
Woke up with a slightly sore head but nothing some caffeine and exercise (played some table tennis and went for a wee swim) couldn't cure. Am feeling slightly pensive right now. Wot next??
Anyhoo, it's almost time for tennis and any thoughts of attempting to do more work (yes,it never ends) are swiftly diminishing.
Time for a bit of 40-Love action!

Choonage: August Day Song (remixed by Chateau Flight) - Bebel Gilberto