And it feels a bit weird. I'm definitely up for doing some proper work (not faff), as I'm here a little later than usual. Ben II is getting back with my host for Saturday night, so I can get on with a quiet office and no distractions. Tomorrow is the blood test, so the "fasting" starts tonight at 9.
Mr S is still in a large degree of pain following the crash ten days ago, so he's been firing off stroppy e-mails to colleagues throughout the day. HousemateLady has suggested an egg'n'chips evening in the KH, but I think that might be ill-advised in my case, as a) it's ostensibly a cholesterol test I'm having tomorrow; b) I don't want any kidney/liver/brain cells floating around my bloodstream; and c) I'm supposed to be fasting, which Guinness blatantly wouldn't qualify for.
Arse.
Still want to go to see this, too.
Might have to take a wander down to Horsham some night, but sure that's doable!
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