so tired

I am so knackered that I can hardly type. after a week of running from one committment to the next, I went to barcelona for a relaxing weekend with Ms Henderson. It was about as relaxing as the London Marathon. She forced me to sightsee, drink copious amounts of red wine and eat mustard flavoured ice cream (suprisingly nice actually!).
My stories will be forthcoming, but for now, I need sleep.... rest well my friends, for tomorrow I regale you with tales of drunken debauchery (actually that's not true, we behaved ourselves and we didn't buy a straw donkey or sombrero, hope you're proud)