Words cannot describe how tired I was yesterday. I ended up not going to bed until about midnight because G had arranged birthday drinks after work on Wednesday and they went in until quite late and were in the centre of London. I left at about 10.30pm and this involved deserting G, who was in for the longer haul. G got home about an hour after me and so was even more tired than I was.
Even though G’s birthday was last Sunday, the celebrations are not over yet. Tomorrow we are going out for dinner at a posh restaurant and will do various nice things in London during the day probably. Then on Sunday it is my sister’s birthday so there will be more home cooked food from my mum and another birthday cake to consume. It’s a hard life.