I am drinking decaf tea.
Please don’t judge me.
I was introduced to decaf tea by a friend. Apparently drinking decaf tea aids sleep.
I don’t drink much ordinary tea (what’s the antethesis of decaf tea – caf tea?), but I do have a sleep pattern that comes and goes at will.
So I’m giving it a go.
In other news, it has been raining. All day.
I’ve avoided getting wet through my cunning plan of staying indoors. All day.
Except for the going out bits, obv.
I schooled Vin this morning.
Indoors.
I did a little shopping.
Indoors.
I’ve done a lot of video editing.
Indoors.
And all my travelling about the place – and there has been quite a bit of travelling about the place today – has all been undertaken…. indoors.
What I’m trying to say here is, despite the need to be out and about several times today, the Bandit has stayed firmly under wraps.
There has been no travelling on two wheels.
The car has been deployed.
Hence travelling…. indoors.
*Shuffles newspaper and looks brightly at the camera*
I was going to a gig tomorrow evening, but the main reason for going in to London on a schoolnight is no longer compelling.
The band I was really interested in seeing live has, unfortunately, cancelled.
Bit of a shame really; that was a paying journo gig.
In other news, the Sunday evening appetite is upon me.
It is approaching 6pm.
It would be totes wrong for me to ring Dominos Pizza and ask them to deliver some doughy, tomatoey (it’s a real word, chill), pizza-toppingesque (it’s another word, just relax, OK?) goodness, wouldn’t it?
Totes wrong?
Or just a bit wrong?