Wednesday

I sleep a sound and dreamless sleep for the first time in a couple of nights but still have to be more or less kicked out of bed. It is a beautiful day and while it is not hard to force myself to head outside it is hard to concentrate purely on work when I get there. It turns into the sort of day you remember from school when you'd be hunched over an exercise book with the heat from the sun on your back, your eyelids getting heavy and your body literally aching to go outside and play.

The feeling is much the same nowadays except rather than going out to play, by 4pm my body is aching to be sat with friends in a nice beer garden somewhere sipping a lovely glass of Kronenbourg. Shame.

Either way 5.30 does eventually roll round and, having just received my payslip, I toy with the idea of picking up some beers on the way home. I decide not to in the end as Thursday is planned to be a bit of a big night out when K's sister arrives to begin the weekend's "hen"festivities - and instead sit down to write an entry for Who Are Ya?!

It takes a while to come up with a theme but the one I have is good and the inspiration takes me for a while - until the Portsmouth v Chelsea match comes on BBC Radio 5live Sports Extra. Around halfway through the blog entry I am now completely distracted and instead listen to Steve Claridge talking mostly nonsense and get the distinct feeling that I am in an audience of one. There is a funny moment in the commentary as it transpires that the press box at Fratton Park is missing any sort of monitor on which to watch replays of the match; the equipment apparently having been sold off by the club's administrator.

I plan to finish the blog tomorrow or Friday - it's a good one and worth spending a bit of time on to get right, I think - and when K gets home from swimming we watch a little TV and another episode of Mad Men, which is getting better and better.

We've had three nights in in a row this week which is unusual for us (and especially for K). While this is the healthy and financially sensible option I do often find myself in need of some sort of night out by this point in the week. Had the Chelsea game been on TV I probably would have gone to the pub to watch it and scratched the itch that way. Never mind. Hopefully a few drinks tomorrow night will do the trick.