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Last day at work and time for a spot of feet putting-up. Popped out with some of the colleagues for pizza and pub.

Having the car once again meant that I could look on with interest not only at the tennis on the big screen, but also at the highly entertaining shenanigans that always accompany the imbibers. There will be sore heads in the morning.


Back home, only to be woken up by the police hammering at the neighbours' door like crazy and bellowing through the letter box. A lot of ensuing noise and drama and a wee bit of chittery nerves from me. I'm sensing there will be sore heads in the morning there too.