Out of Here

Taxi booked for first thing. Bah. And I was having an enjoyable blether too. The yacht club bar, which can seem a bit big and bright, was fine tonight. The place is being used as a dressing up facility for some BBC pilot being filmed down Granton way - so we were all crammed at one end, behind hanging racks of costumes.
I think we should have put marked the levels on the spirits in the bar, mind. Right, must go turn in. I'll wake every 30 minutes fearing I've slept in. I just know I will. Oh well, I can always catch up on my sleep in the meetings.