August 26, 2007

The worst socialite ever

It is 10.30pm on Bank Holiday 'eve', and I have just returned from what was looking like a very good house party at the home of some very likeable people whose company I enjoy. Somehow I'm just not in the mood for being sociable, so I've made my excuses and disappeared, leaving me feeling slightly relieved but nonetheless fairly guilty.

However: I have wine, and chocolate, and the possibility of crap telly to see me through the rest of the evening. I may even try finishing the book I was reading, or writing something worth showing to somebody (well, it's worth a shot). Here's to long and lazy weekends...

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