At last I slept deeply.

9 hours straight. I suppose there comes a point where you’re just so tired that despite such things as uncontrollable legs that move and kick all by themselves, you just sleep regardless.

Tonight is our annual pre Xmas Chiswick Xmas dinner – celebrated by the same lot for 25 years ( well, we are the only ones not to miss one ) ) and there are about 26 people coming. Every one has to bring stuff and help, so it works really well (tho inevitably its more work for whoever hosts it than anyone else )  I feared that my fatigue would really kill it for me. I’m in charge of party games, and I’ve thought of a new one -called Gay or Straight?  As no one knows the rules except me, and I’m not actually taking part, it should be a laugh …

And  I’m in charge of the Music Quiz. I’ve noticed over the years that people imagine themselves to be music quiz geniuses when they get pissed, but the reality is the opposite, just far more noisy shouting out of totally incorrect answers…