Only one day to go

Nine pints of wife-beater, and three bottles of sol (sans lime) do not a clear head make.

I knew that one already.

So it was six-nations final day yesterday. Whilst Andy was in Cardiff with one-or-two other jubilant Welshmen, I went to the pub to watch the matches. France beat Italy, Wales beat Ireland, and England beat Scotland. I was heartily cheering on Ireland in the tournament decider, but decided to celebrate the Welsh win all the same.

Fair play to them, I suppose. They deserved the grand slam the way they've played.

My only consolation is that Andy's head is going to be a lot sorer than mine this morning.

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So today, I'm taking it easy (because I am still on leave). Gonna tidy the house a bit, get some writing done. Need to pack some stuff up as well, because tomorrow I'm heading west again to spend Easter week with my folks.