freedom?

just about finished the late shift here at work (it’s almost seven, and I can hear my train tooting now…), for a weekend of … freedom? George is visiting Sally in York, and I have nothing planned. That’s right, nothing.

It’s housemate Dave’s birthday on Sunday, with football and drinks on Saturday, which will be fun to pop along too. And now I can play on my ‘puter all weekend long without being nagged or stared at by my lovely girlfriend.

It’s a good job I love her..!