Initial anti-snoo in the form of being asked to get up at 8.30 and wait for a parcel after not sleeping and spending like an hour thinking 'why can't Dad wait for it? he's in his study and Mum knows I'm not well' led to me realising it's actually a week day and he's at work, so I've had the house to myself all day, plus I get to doss around half naked til at least five or so. Not been able to do that in ages.
And congrats Dr Up, not often hungover collides with happiness either
And congrats Dr Up, not often hungover collides with happiness either