The Day the Music Died (Sarah)

Tuesday was written off due to sunshine and an urgent need to visit the pub. It was an issue of national importance. Yesterday, after a very, very early start (doing things I should have done the evening before but was too busy in the pub to do), there was a pizza for lunch and then falling asleep on the sofa when I got home from work. This took any desire of mine to be good and run and led it into a dark alley to teach it a lesson. It won't be making that mistake again. It was all compounded by a fish and chips supper before more dozing on the sofa. On the plus side, I do know what has happened to a number of people a year after they approached the dragons den. Thank God, I was missing sleep on that.

Finally, to top off a long, unsatisfactory day, there was the awakening at silly o clock. This would be the erstwhile "only going for one pint" Jon and Neil. Now Neil is a nice bloke, but please, dear God, once again I was awoken to him strumming a guitar and singing very loudly wwwwwoooooohhhhhh oooohhhhhh. Both are lucky that they weren't confronted with a sleep smudged homicidal female willing to wrap guitar around wwooohh oohhhh heads.
Tonight, I shall resume training.