We've just had a weekend away that we couldn't really afford so I was a bit mithered about the impending 'beast'.
I also had funeral today so that'd be more time off. Anyway outside the crem, I got talking to a bloke that I used to work with and he was telling me about the stroke that he'd had. We then got talking about another lad that worked with us that'd died suddenly in his early forties.
It cheered me up in a way
. There's three fellas that would have loved the chance to be snowed off.
Beast, my arse (no, not like that); life's too short.
So on that note I'm going to start on some of my leftover Christmas drink.
If I can get anything done tomorrow, great; if not I'll attempt some DIY with a hangover.
Cheers.