I've finished nights at 7am this morning.
I feel like death warmed up.
I'm sat here just wearing a towel.
I need a bath.
I've got no clothes ironed.
My car needs fuel.
Swindon is a 30 minute drive away (at normal speeds.)
Anyone fancy a wager?
Will I make it?
Or should I just curl up, go back to bed, and wake up to find the footie scores out?
Who knows.
Who cares.
Probably won't miss me at the meet anyway.
Think I'll go in the garden and eat worms.