I could do without the extra drama right now. I’ve been feeling somewhat run down.

I didn’t get enough work done during the week to meet my promised deadline of Monday, so thought i would have to pop into the office on Sun morning to get it packaged up and delivered.

Went out on Friday night to a Sam Smith’s pub for some great steak and a dodgy glass of wine. I felt really uncomfortable as I waited for Rachael to finish her meal, and when I got home I found great weals all over my body! Saturday morning we rushed out to get flea spray, thinking I’d carried something back from camping in the lakes but then my lips swelled up and I remembered that this looked a lot like what nearly killed my brother one Christmas many years ago. We headed down to the NHS drop-in centre for about 2:30 and were seen at 5:30 where I was pronounced to have a classic, textbook case of urticaria, and was helpfully informed that the sores itched like hell.

So that was nice. With one thing and another, discomfort, exhaustion and drowsiness, I never made it to Steve R’s BBQ though I did get as far as preparing a tropical salsa and boxing up all the percussion toys. Ho hum.

Today I got to the office around 10:30 and found I had no office keys and not enough fuel to get home and back so after all the extra faffing I guess I was here by about 11:10.

Now I’ve run the tests, updated the documents and built and run the installer, in between glugging piriton syrup and taking naps. Chances of an error-free release?

I think I’ll be popping in tomorrow morning in case things have gone horribly wrong, but sloping off again soon after to try and get a bit of sunday relaxation in! We’ll see what the bosses say.