It is cold and raining outside, but warm and toasty in here.
Mother is out at a concert with a friend and shan't be back till at least 11 O'Clock. Maybe midnight.
My favourite two NCIS episodes (which mother is not fond of) are loading on the computer.
There are two stiff slugs of whisky in the kitchen with my name on them, ready and waiting to be enjoyed.
The dog is snoring on the sofa beside me.
As tomorrow morning is a Sunday and my shift starts at 7am rather than 6am, I get a whole extra hour to sprawl in bed.
Should I get bored of NCIS, a group of people are having an interesting and incredibly loud Eastenders-esque argument not far from my front door.
There is chocolate in the fridge that also has my name on it.
Ahhh. Life is good...
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