In a way I'm quite glad that the weekend is over. It was a good and bad weekend to be honest. I was not particularly great to be around. But then again neither was Marc or Alfie or Sam at times. Only Olly was swimming in calm waters. The rest of us...well.
And I hate it when that happens. Our weekends are precious. I suspect yours are too. So it's vital that to a man we are on top of the world, and just raring to go. I think that this weekend found some of us depleted, some of us low and some of us moody.
It felt like a hangover.
Summer already feels so far away.