Hummm. Fifteen minutes after midnight, and I am still in the office. This is the usual ridculous scramble that I have, whenever I try to get away on holiday.
I have to get up in less than sx hours to get on a train to Edinburgh for a meeting at the Spanish Consulate - who said the life of a provincial solicitor was less than cosmopolitan. I fear that, once aboard the train, I am likely to fall fast asleep, head against the passenger next to me. If they are lucky I shall only snore loudly in their ear; if they are unlucky, I may drool on their shoulders.
I'm off home to bed. If you are still up reading this, then you should do likewise. It is late. Sensible people are in their beds. Go.
Now.
I mean it.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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