It’s Friday (in both senses) and there’s plenty to look forward to in the coming days, though I look forward to nothing right now except going to bed. Jennifer came over last night and Bruce cooked us a lovely steak dinner, but somewhere in between I also drank a half bottle of champagne and an uncertain quantity of Shiraz.

I’ve managed to avoid intoxication since my hen night, which was a bit of a disaster insofar as by the end of it, people were angry/annoyed/annoying and it robbed me of the following day, wherein the girls and I were meant to travel to Brighton to meet up with the boys.

Nobody travelled much that day – personally, I wasn’t able to travel beyond the perimeters of my mattress. Though I suppose you'd call that a successful hen night (otherwhere known as a 'stagette').

So it’s taken me about a half hour to write this because I’m in a serious daze and people are eating crisps loudly and I’m trying to sort through all the things I need to do within the next few hours, which requires organisation, which requires thought, which required a few more hours of sleep last night and fewer glasses of bubbly.

Yesterday the magazine people I work for got a bit irritated because some of us won bottles of champagne for being short-listed in a different team award (you should have seen what the winners got). Now it’s sitting in my manager’s desk because bottles get pinched around here all the time. It’s not me, I swear! Anyway, it was nice to have something over the heavies for once in my life; I'm sure it won't happen again.

But the champagne we drank last night was leftover from the wedding, so I still have a bottle to crack open when Amy gets here on Wednesday. I’m so looking forward to having a chat with a human being who not only possesses the same anatomy as I do but shares a personal history that exceeds thirteen months. That’s plenty of material for a round of toasts.

Yuck I just had a voluntary conversation with the sales guy and everyone saw. I’m not in my right mind today. Obviously.