Works party calls and so it was off to north of Brum at The Ramada Hotel in Penns Road.
And for some reason my pudding wasn't as large as the persons next to us.
After dinner there was some singing, dancing and smooching with a lovely girl, before leaving the dance floor to talk.
At which point I was told it was 1:20am by someone I worked with. Oh bollocks I'd arranged my dad to collect me at midnight. I looked at my phone and yes he had tried to call. Bum bum bum. And so I said my goodbyes and dissapeared promptly with my phone to my ear and heading to the reception for my coat. Once he answered the phone I took a deep breath as he aid he was nearly there and had rung to earlier to advise he was going to be quite late and I should hang around the bar. How things work out sometimes!