Bah

[simont]

A pleasant evening; a good book, a silly iPad game, a nice bowl of soup almost ready to eat, and then the prospect of the pub.

One ill-judged arm movement later: a fiddly and unpleasant job of cleaning up soup from all over what seems like 3/4 of the kitchen, half my clothes thrown in the wash, a sudden need to find emergency backup dinner, and no realistic prospect of getting to the pub at all. Bah.

That last point is probably just as well today, I suppose. If I can make this much mess in ten seconds while sober…

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[simont]

No, I didn't in the end – by the time I'd got the kitchen at least mostly clean and sorted out an alternative dinner, it was so late that it didn't seem worth the walk over there, particularly given that the pub gathering happened to be on the far side of town that evening...