...it was a good one. Saturday, woke up early and watched the rugby in bed with tea & toast. It was good ^___^ Then, unfortunately, developed quite severe stomach pain - so horrible it left me unable to walk, but not so bad I required hospitalisation (I've had that before, back in February. It was not nice), so Saturday afternoon was spent curled up on the sofa under my duvet, in the foetal position, cursing whichever deity had bestowed this upon me. I also spent that following the saga that was a) my team falling apart at the seams and b) our chairman performing what I can only describe as "a Delia". Extremely embarassing.
Luckily, by the evening, the pain had passed and I jumped on the bus into town to see my friends and have a night in the pub with pool and epic games of table football. It was awesome. My gorgeous friend Lenny brought along her equally gorgeous new Italian boyfriend Gianmarco, Rach & Haz were there, Farrow was there (and spent most of the night tickling me <__<) and it was just all round a brilliant night. I miss having nights like that with my friends.
Sunday was good as well. Woke up nice & early and spent most of the morning in bed watching crap telly. My brother went out and bought us Subway, having gone out the night before and being disgustingly hungover. What with it being an absolutely gorgeous day and everything, we chose to...go to our Dad's and watch the cricket/football/F1. It was a good Sunday. I adore Sundays like that. Just doing nothing but watching sport is my idea of perfection. Back home for a roast and then an early night.
(not that having an early night helped...still woke up with a migraine...haven't had one in months and I always forget how debilitating that is. Spent most of today in bed.)
And now, I'm watching more football (there's a cat at Loftus Road!) and in 23 minutes, I will promptly be turning over to E4 to watch One Tree Hill and text Kara all the way through it, like the big girls we are xD
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