Tractor

There's nothing quite like a couple of hours on a tractor with a hangover. I got the job done, and then passed out for a couple of hours till the rain drove me indoors.

We didn't make it to Melrose for the Phil Jupitus gig, and Mike didn't bring my sheep back down. We didn't cook - there's enough in the fridge for the week - and then I zoned in and out of lucidity in front of a Keira Knightly rom-com.