Arse over tit

Got into work this morning only to find that I am actually on night duty! so back home I have trudged.(the journey was a little surreal as a huge deer had written off a saloon car on the A55 and the bloody carnage was scattered all over the carriageway)
The mistake is typical of things this week, I have forgotten to pay certain bills, bounced a cheque as I wrongly worked out how much money we had in the joint account and have forgotten to return some library text books as well as a score of other little mistakes and omissions. This has been irritating me too so I was glad to get away yesterday to Liverpool. Spent a rather miserable afternoon shopping but then met up with Nuala, our first meet since the wedding. I didn't want to talk about my week and her family gossip and trauma more than filled the talking space for both of us which I was grateful for. So I listened to the post wedding stories of how A had fallen out with B, and how C was behaving badly; and what D and F were up to after visiting G etc etc. She is energy personified, and just being there made me feel better.

We had a lovely meal (fatfighters don't listen-wild boar and black pudding!) at The Monro on Duke street, after which I got the 9.30 train home. Chris picked me up, he was down and upset as he had spent the evening alone with the dogs and had "come down with a bump" as it were after a busy week at work. We went to bed early with Maddie (wagging her stubby paws in pleasure) laying inbetween us

Chris and I are going to the auction house this afternoon in Colwyn Bay which will be nice. If the weather holds perhaps we can have an amble on Llandudno pier.