It was a late finish or rather early morning by the time I fell into bed at the Melville. The evening do on Saturday had been great fun and after an intensive schedule and a day of presentations, chance to catch up socially with friends, some of whom I hadn’t seen for a year or so.
We chatted, danced, laughed, drank and threw a few quid over the bar. I’m not usually a night owl, more of an early bird as those of you who know me from Twitter can attest but I can turn my body clock on its head if circumstance dictates it. I was going to bed at a time I’d normally be starting to wake up, with an alarm set for 6:30am.
Source: Blackpool Baby, Part II
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