Got back from my wild weekend with the lads in Nottingham. I was so tired that I took Monday off work and pretty much slept right through to midday. That's what a diet of bacon and eggs on top of two extremely late nights does to you. Especially when fuelled by a pint of Guinness followed by countless glasses of rum and coke.

In a desperate attempt to salvage myself, I went for a run on monday and felt surprisingly good when I got back, before washing the car, doing the washing, cooking dinner and then taking some parcels to the post office.

So maybe the occassional wild weekend away is good for me after all?