Tuesday. Woah.
Slept alright and walked into work as Melissa was working a late so she could go to aqua natal and baby.. something. Something to do with babies. I'm not sure. She said it was good, and I didn't have to go, so that's even better.
I ended up staying later than usual in work, working on something as part of a small change request. It took longer to complete than expected, and I ended up getting a lift home from Howard. I got changed and me and Howard went to his house, via (the) Tesco in Burscough. We got some wine and pizzas and went back to his place (I'm acutely aware of how gay this is sounding). There, we watched the lead up to the season finale of the American version of the office. There was some genuinely sentimental and heartfelt moments, and it may have been the alcohol trying to leak out my face but I felt tears welling up on more than one occasion. As a direct result of The Office. Nothing else.
The taxi picked me up a little after 10pm and I headed home with what I consider to be the most speed-paranoid taxi driver I've ever met. He had 3 separate devices to detect speed cameras, and an acute knowledge of all the local speed traps. I've never felt so safe in a taxi. He was also very reasonably priced.
Bed time now.
Good night.
