I had plans yesterday. Actual Plans. I was going to get some brioche, make myself a nice little pot of coffee and sketch for a bit -- and then dress nice, go out for dinner with S. in the evening.
I got a text at midday saying there was ESB up in the 'front.
I woke up four hours ago, trousers still on. S. was fast asleep on his back, snoring like a bastard, still fully dressed. Oops.
And courtesy of late night/early morning conversations with
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