Fridays: a gift from Jeff, the god of biscuits...

Well, I've had a smashing day today. The pater has been staying chez FT for the past couple of days, and today I took the morning off and we bopped down to the Orange Pekoe at the bottom of White Hart Lane for a spot of breakfast before he whizzed off home. I lounged around for a bit, read some fic, watched NCIS etc, and then nipped into work, where I spent a productive afternoon (after my small daily sulk over the uniform thing, which I will not go into as it will only make me cross). After work, Emma, Ben and I went to the Duke for a few drinks (well, other people went too, but we mostly ignored them, though Alex did buy me a drink, so I probably shouldn't say that!), which was extremely pleasant, and then Emma and I wandered down to Carluccio's for dinner. Carluccio's, tragically, had the worst service I've witnessed in a long time, but to be honest we weren't in any hurry so it didn't matter, and it relieved us of the responsibility of leaving a tip. And now it's the weekend. Yayness.