Sunday was lovely. Super warm. I was at work.
I knew I had to be at work the next day too.
My colleague was moaning, because she couldn't decide which of her bikinis to wear to the beach on Monday. PROBLEMS, EH?


Skyped G in the evening, and drank a large-ish bottle of cider. It's not technically drinking alone if you're on Skype. That's the rule, isn't it?