This week has officially been the most dull week I've had for *ages*. Thanks to the building site formerly known as my flat I've been indulging in a rather too intimate relationship with M&S ready meals; and thanks to silly amounts of work I haven't got out a lot. In fact, possibly the highlight of my week (and let's face it the only night out I've had is with a bunch of old school local government chief execs, mmm lovely) was the train ride home tonight with E and a bottle of wine that fell into our hands, as if by magic.
On that note. I like drinking on trains. It feels naughty. I remember when I was little going up to see my grandparents on the train and being completely fascinated by the hardcore Glaswegians getting more and more rowdy as the empties piled up around them. Ma disapproved. I stared. And they fell about laughing as we played 'I spy' and my bro went for 'something beginning with L'*. Anyway. More recently, the hilarious 'work' trip to Cornwall with S&P - and G&Ts - is one to remember. Ditto the endless and beery journey with L & A on our way to see A in southern Italy, where we nearly ended up in Paris rather than Bari thanks to my Italian pronunciation. I never thought I'd have much in common with tough Scottish men but, looking back, maybe I'm wrong...
* the answer? 'Lectricity'. yep, begins with L, and he could see it. Clearly.
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