Saturday

It's rare to wake up on a Saturday without a hangover - but of course it's very nice. We have a leisurely breakfast and I watch Football Focus while K heads down to Waterloo to drop her brother off. There's a really rather moving piece on there about the Bradford City fire in 1985 that took place two weeks before the Heysel disaster and claimed the lives of 56 people. It's not something I knew much about beforehand - I can only assume that Heysel has traditionally overshadowed Bradford in the history of football disasters - but the BBC's coverage is tasteful and genuinely affecting.

After Focus I head to Sainsbury's to meet K, and when we've properly stocked up on food for the week it's off to The Queens to meet some of the various boys and girls. We have a couple of pints and even win a free round of drinks after collaboratively cracking a code pub-quiz style and spelling out the special May bank holiday message. Later we make our way to The Bull on Upper Street as it's Helen's birthday and a special area has been reserved upstairs. The weather is atrocious and we're a little late (having been reluctant to leave The Queens in the rain) as well as being well on the way to drunk - but it's nice to see everyone there and the pub isn't too busy.

However, by 10ish both K and I are probably done for the evening, so we wander back up Upper Street to Highbury & Islington tube and make for home. Getting home early is nice - despite getting into a row over a blown fuse in the kitchen which I drunkenly and angrily fix so we can heat up a pizza. I also make the mistake of heading to bed with the key still in the door - effectively locking K's sister out of the house when we'd said she could stay over. Whoops.