I have a prediction. Tomorrow when I wake I’m going to feel like a zombie. So I thought I might as well prepare as best as I can.
I’ve a wonderful 4am start in the morning, this is necessary as I’ve a flight to catch back to blighty.
It’s going to be a nasty early start and past experience has shown that it really doesn’t matter how much sleep you get the night before, you still feel like poo at 4am.
So I might as well make the most of this Friday night, one shirt to iron for the morning and the rest of this evening (what’s left of it) will be spent with a glass this rather lovely whiskey.