Last night was the club’s annual award ceremony and it involved some ridiculously good food and some not inconsiderable drinking. Three different sorts of beer, three different sorts of wine and an interesting whiskey later, I arrived home (via Uber with 1.6x surge pricing, nogal) in a tired and emotional state.
My bed has been crying out for me since I left it early this morning to go Christmas shopping, and it’s only now that I happily find myself reunited with my favourite pillow. I have a drive down to Agulhas to look forward to tomorrow, so I’m going to accept its generous invitation to treat my head to a little lie down and hopefully we can stay together until morning.
More on that Agulhas trip “soon”. [He means tomorrow – Ed.]