Friday night?

Time for a wee Baileys and ice. It's just been that kind of week.

Managed to get a rather big project at work finished, but instead of being relaxed and happy I'm snapping at Madam for no reason.

Shes now in bed, after an extra story form Monster mummy, and I'm now sitting with my glass in hand wondering why I'm grumpy and out of sorts.

Maybe an early night will help. (but just in case, I may have another glass, small -ish, honest!)