Bleugh … !
I have to admit to having had some thing of a late night, last night.
At work, believe it or not.
Through no deliberate fault of my own, I should add.
Believe it or not … ?
I was due off at 10·30. Had finished off wiping down and cleaning the restaurant area, counted my till, and headed off …
And got home.
Only to realise I’d gone home … with the office keys.
Talk about an embarrassed pause … … …
At ANY rate … ?
At any rate, I managed the late night … because I’took the things back to work: and got there just before the place was due to shut.
Eventually getting to bed, by one, and asleep by two.
Right now … ?
Right now, I’m hoping you can understand WHY the bleugh … !