Slug day

Slugged down to my gold sofa, where I lay like a vast invertebrate doing a little website work for the pharma company, and writing more of The Sick Day. Later, and still without moving I threw caution to the wind, and bought a new desktop computer from Dell.

Lorraine called round in the evening and coaxed me into the outside world. In this vast strange place we had a cheeky drink in the Cricketers before going to our usual curry house. Then home, through the smatterings of frighteningly young drunks, to dormant slug mode.