Tomorrow I am on holiday for the bloke's birthday. For some reason he thinks the best way to celebrate this occasion is to hike up a mountain in the middle of winter. So we're going to the Peak District to stay in a hostel with a group of friends. I am doing traditional nanila preparation. To whit: It is approaching midnight, I have not packed, I am currently on my nth glass of wine and I'm dancing around the kitchen to thumping drum n bass (see: Kemistry & Storm). The bloke has a giant Ordinance Survey map out on the table. The kittens are attacking stray hands/feet/wine glasses.
*holds up glass* CHEERS Y'ALL.
ETA: Smoking cigars now. O DEAR