The week, after Reading, had gone by reasonably enough. I'd been to the comedy gig I frequent on Tuesday nights. It had been a good turnout. On Wednesday, I got a call telling me that I was now the proud owner of a new lawn. After all the waiting, I have grass in my front garden. Good stuff. I was also invited out for drinks after work with the person who supplied that lawn.

So, I sauntered out of the office around 7ish on the Wednesday, put some money on the car to avoid it being ticketted, wandered to get some cash and then met some friends at a bar in town. I also rang a friend of mine in London I'd not spoken to in a while and had a bit of a chat. It was probably a good idea, as we'd not spoken in ages. It was also a bad idea as I arrived at the pub while talking to him and managed to feel simultaneously rude to him and the people I was supposed to be meeting as I had to end the call.

A few minutes later I was even ruder. I got a call from my girlfriend:

"Where are you?"
"I'm at a bar in town? Where are you?"
"Your house."

SURPRISE!!!

There was already a guillotine on the pub visit, as my co-drinkers had reservations for dinner. I dropped it prematurely though by basically going - "[gulp (of drink)] BYE!" and rushing home.

I know I'd seen her only a couple of mornings before, but I was excited to see my girlfriend return. She was due to spend a bit of time with me before she went back home to pack for her forthcoming holiday. It was a great surprise.