It's DP's birthday so we've been round a few pubs with friends since about 12 noon. I don't drink but enjoy being out and about. But now I'm tired, want my dinner and PJs and have had enough of talking.
I've come home and they're all out to a club. It's always this way, I just fizzle out and can't understand how they can be so up for it and energetic. I feel like a bit of a sad sack.
Just hope DP doesn't wake me up when he crawls in at God knows what time..