Another late night
It’s gone midnight, and I’m up and messing about on the computer. This is extremely unusual. Usually I’m in bed before 11, and up at six or near enough. But tonight, my wife and children are in the lake district and I sit at home, alone. It’s Good Friday, and of the four days of this long weekend I am working three, leading Rachel to decide that she’d be better off with her entire family in the north, than on her own in London. For four days I can lie in, and I’m damn well going to take advantage of it. We haven’t spent a night apart since the kids were born, so far as I recall, and now we’ll have three, possibly four. And now, having stayed up sufficiently late to feel a bit rebellious, I’m off to bed.
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