Yawn!

The ravens feel old and creaky: maybe staying out until 2.45 am (that's what the watch said when we dropped in on the doormat) was not advisable. Good party at groliffe's. Beer rendered the ravens convivial. New bought from the sale rail in Tescos top much admired--though the combination of beaded denim corset style top and velvet choker plus leather trousers and refugee from Middle Earth/cavalier/biker boots caused the odd comment. Can't understand why. Walked home, alone, across Coldham's Common (probably not sensible in terms of personal safety, but couldn't resist) glorious. The ditches were iced over with little wispy cloudlets of mist forming on top like white candy floss. The mist hadn't spread across the common itself. The sky was clear. Almost complete silence. If we'd been more sober we'd've gone home and worked: a walk like that always clears the fug from the brain. But sleep was calling. So we went to bed, waking early, but not pulling ourselves together early enough to catch the beginning of the race. Will watch highlights later.

Must make supper.

Yawn.