With K off on holiday to San Francisco tomorrow (alright for some, etc etc), I struggle to come to terms with the fact that it's not actually my last day at work of the week too - but with few of us in the office there is a kind of Friday feeling about the day. There's plenty to get on with though, and I take pleasure in ticking a few things off the to do list, even if I do (unfairly) have to come back in tomorrow.
To kick off the weekend and see K off on her holiday, we're meeting some folks for drinks in town this evening. After coming home and chilling out for a while (watching The Simpsons, reading a little bit of The Picture of Dorian Gray on the irresistible, soon-to-depart Kindle) I get on the tube and head for Oxford Circus feeling tired and not especially enthused about being in the pub - especially when I get there and the place is rammed. I wait at the downstairs bar of The Cock for ages before exasperation forces me to the more manageable upstairs bar. K is already here with Big Nick, Lyndsey and a couple of others; and after a couple of Alpines I'm more in the mood. Tim, Jenny and Mike show up later and I have fun catching up with them and introducing Jenny to the world of Fruit Ninja, the latest silly phone game to have grabbed my attention.
When the bell rings K and I head for the tube and back North. We toy with the idea of ordering a takeaway as a payday treat - but instead decide to be sensible and stick with the pizza in the freezer.
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