Friday night: after Uni and stuff, a quiet pint or two in the pub with a few workmates from the past (G star, Butcher Boy and Little Miss P amongst others), chatting, joking and generally relaxing. The pub so quiet that we have to move from upstairs to downstairs as they are sending staff home early and shutting upstairs at 10pm.
Saturday morning : fresh cooked bacon in an oven cooked roll with brown sauce. Behind me the washing machine rumbles away on the third load of the day.
Shame that left the car in the West End, I need it tomorrow and its currently throwing it down and blowing a large gale.