That was the week that was (part 1)

I think everything started going downhill from tuesday night when i dozed off on the Titanic whilst watching the footy on t.v

I kind of woke up at about two thirty in the morning to find myself enraptured by a programme for old wrinkly people and insomniacs : 'Chasse et peche'

I don't know why, but for whatever reason, i just couldn't get enough of some guy who makes whicker baskets for keeping trout.

So inthralled was i that i stayed up until about four in the morning ( i even 'learned' the rudiments of hunting wild boar with a bow and arrow)

I went to bed thinking i'd catch up with my beauty sleep the next evening.

How wrong i was.