I may never have felt less like going for a night out in all my life. And even the great Goddesses Shiraz or Grigiot won't help me out for I am ....driving. Yes, in an attempt to a) stop worrying about my liver and b) cut down on my calorie intake.
We ARE going to a nice restaurant (www.rhubarbrestaurant.co.uk- Poppy!) but I can't be arsed. The girlfriends ARE nice ones which is good. But I really want to be at home with my man and the sofa and a chow mein. And a quick visit or two with one of the aforesaid Godesses. I don't know why I feel so blue (sounds like Crystal Gayle just walked in) but I do. But no, I am sitting here in a thrupenny showing top and some brown pants messing around on my blog to delay going out.
Be back later...