You'd think with all the spare time I currently have at my disposal, I should be able to get to the pile of ironing waiting to be done. But no.

I went to a dinner party last night and didn't get back in until the wee small hours. The cats, unfortunately, proved themselves to be unsympathetic bastards and got me out of bed to see to their needs at the usual hour, i.e. 6am; since then I've been lounging about, guiltily eyeing the aforementioned pile of ironing but opting to read the newspaper instead while waiting for the rain to stop so I can go out for food, books and maybe a dvd or two. Though by the looks of it, I might be in for a long wait. Maybe I should just brave it...or go back to bed.