Entry for 14th November, 2009 - Painting the Town Red

My Significant Other and I have a babysitter tonight, and we intend to paint the town red.
Well. That was my intention at least. My Significant Other, it would seem, has other plans. “We won’t be staying out long will we?” she said. It did not sound much like question, but had rather the whiff of the imperative about it.
I fear that my plans of a wild drunken evening, ending in running through the streets of Uddingston with my trousers at my ankles shouting “Look at me, I’m free, free I tell you” will not be fulfilled.