I have not had dinner in the real sense of the word since Tuesday.
And then it was a 2 year old’s birthday. Sausage and pasta bake, followed by fab sugary-chocolaty- caterpillar cake. Lucky actually as the carbohydrate is probably keeping me together this Friday eve. Honestly I would be losing weight if it wasn’t for the calorie laden liquid intact over the last few nights.
Tonight it was a leaving party for one person at the Ebury (dinner=2 glasses of wine), last night a catch up with an MBA Alumni at Smithys (2 pints) and the night before that at The Roof Top bar at The Trafalgar hotel (3 glasses of champagne). This is clearly not the lifestyle that I can sustain financially or physically, nor that will produce a fully functioning employee! God this week it has been tough being a cheerful, bright and delivering employee.
Anyway, it is Friday night. I can stay in bed beyond 7 (phew). I can have a cup of coffee at home rather hunched over excel at 8.15am and I don’t have to do battle on the tube for a seat.
I love the weekend. 
