It’s been an interesting week. Started a new job right on the beach, my boyfriend is coming on holiday with me, I thought I was pregnant, and last night I drank so much beer that I woke up alone in the dark on the couch at 1am, tried to get up and go to bed and tripped over Joel who had passed out on the cold tiled floor in the foetal position. Trying to coerce a six foot tall guy out of a skin tight morph suit is no easy task. Especially when you are drunk. I need a pie.