Back at work, thank God

So after five consecutive nights out I'm finally back at work and I have to say that I'm actually relieved. A legitimate excuse not to go out tonight! A few of the others are going to that sports bar on Haymarket again to watch the Villareal v Arsenal game. I had another hit with Alex this morning and the poor guy didn't look too up for tonight. I feel sorry for him, I really do.

Having said that, I am a bit annoyed that I won't be able to watch the game. I'll just have to keep track of the text updates on the BBC website at work. However, we're going to the Emirates next week for the second leg (cheers Al!) so hopefully that will make up for it.

I mentioned that I had another hit this morning. Again it was woeful, and I mean properly bad. Neither of us could move properly after the exertions of the last few nights and if the ball wasn't hit directly to me then I just left it. There was an amusing interlude when Alex announced that he had to 'drop his guts'. He went round the back to get into the clubhouse but the cleaners hadn't arrived so nobody had unlocked the door. He came back on court and battled on for a few more minutes but it appeared he was pretty desperate. He mentioned the possibility of taking a dump round the back of the clubhouse, or in the floodlight box (??!!) or even knocking on the Knights' door and asking to use their toilet. In the end, he legged it (I mean properly ran) all the way home to use his own bog and then ran back. Of course, one minute after he left the club the cleaners arrived and unlocked. Hahaha!

BFN.