Day 8 - Rotten to the core!
It won't come as any surprise to learn that I was absolutely knackered when I woke up on Friday morning and could have quite easily buried myself under the duvet and slept all day.

Work passed by, unremarkably, though I struggled to shake a feeling of irritation which I chalked down to lack of sleep. Had a couple of moments when I wished again I had an AK47 but I managed to keep my inner psycho in check by reminding myself that I was going to spend the evening with my oldest friend Sam and her two children.

I love these Friday nights - before LL Sam & I would grab a take away and several bottles of red wine and we'd try to have a conversation whilst Freya & Cameron ran around like mad things, playing silly games that I would usually end up being drawn in to - this has, in the past, found me stuck half way down a slide and red in the face from a trampolining session "bounce again, again"! And the evening would end with bedtime stories, hugs & kisses and a nice warm boozy buzz.

Despite the lack of food or booze it was a lovely warm & fuzzy evening. Idyllic in every way accept for the constant farting. Me, not the children. That trapped wind finally decided to make it's presence known and it was dreadful. Seriously, you know you've got a problem when a three year old starts calling you Stinky. Sam said that if she'd known my backside was going to be that loud & that pungent she wouldn't have invited me over.

As bad as the smell was, I have to say that it definitely felt better out than in!!