Friday evening is approaching, the start of a three-day-weekend. I mustn't get over-excited. I mustn't get over-excited...

Curry!

Undercover policeman just knocked on my door...

Three coffees and one banana and chocolate-chip muffin later...

I'm going to stop hanging out with people who don't have to get up at 7.14am each day. They don't have a proper sense of moderation.

Kind of chill-cheese-tortilla mashup.

Soooooooooo hungry...

Teeny weeny bit tired.

Is everyone ready?

Awake. This is a good start.

Hello, cat vomit.

Hello, hangover.

Yes, that's gravy...

Changing my mental state by drinking too much espresso...

Just finished another long, long day of staring at a computer screen. Being conscientious blows.

Just spent £140 on on two train tickets to London and back, 3 weeks from now... Can someone remind me why trains are so bloody expensive?

Hold everything! Post breakfast, ore-lunch snack required...

There has been an error, normal service will be resumed tomorrow.

Feeling kinda dreadful.

Quick snack before lunch...

Closing the curtains so I can't see the outside world. It kind of helps.

Like I care...

What an unexpectedly large weekend. Thanks to all of those who helped make it so. Now for some relaxing gardening...

Motivation is so difficult to muster on a Friday afternoon...

Anyone want an Aloe? I seem to have more than I really need...

Spicy, orange-coloured lunch...

Governments shouldn't be allowed to pass any bloody laws at all in the weeks leading up to an election. Bastards.

Welcome day! Welcome red wine hangover!

Lasagne!

A strange dream: a brain-washing cult took over the world - we all became polyamorous, took drugs and wore baby-blue robes. Bloody Stilton.

I finally find the secret snail hq. My strawberry plants are quivering with relief.

Spent most of this lovely, sunny day sleeping.

Okay, the world is insanely varied

After 11 hours sleep I'm ready for anything! Except rain.

I made something. Not bad for a man on 3 hours sleep.

carnage in the kitchen

Train is rammed. People smell bad, fact.

The exciting dash across London to Euston... Oh that I should live to see days like these.

No internet at work, everyone looks lost.