Eggs

Up at 6.15am to take my brother to a very very early shift, back to bed for a snooze with a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit (a habit learnt from my grandad), eggs for breakfast, tinker about, ran the parents to the airport - complete with rant at parking attendtant who wanted to charge me 5 quid for dropping them off, more tinkering, bit of reading, tasty dinner, bed.

Is the weekend over already?