On Friday I stashed some sweets in my bedside table knowing the weekend that lay ahead and then swiftly forgot all about it. I've just come to bed for an 'early night' (perhaps instead of Netflix and Chill it was to Mumsnet and fart ) rather than actually sleep.
Anyway, found my secret stash and am fucking delighted that past me anticipated my anti social behaviour. Perhaps a mini bottle of wine and wine glass next time too! Cheers all 