What a flopped out weekend; I seem to feel quite okay for a Monday though.

Monica and I forgot to go and see Dave's band, which is a bit rubbish, as I was honestly looking forward to it. I think we were too tired anyway though.

I can have Wednesday morning off, it would appear, thus enabling me to get to mass for All Saints and have the Italian lesson that I paid for. And get a watch. And a haircut. And a mid-week morning off. Great.