The morning after...

I didn't do much more than veg around all day. Watched tv and films and had a general catch up with Ali and Marilla - drinking diet coke and eating a serious amount of chocolate. Sometimes these are the best kind of days.

Well, until you get on a train home which breaks down so you don't get home until half 1 in the morning. Don't think I'll be getting a late night train on Friday 13th ever again. 6 hours to get home - not cool. It's good that I have lovely housemates who will wait up for me and pick me up from the station in the early hours.