Knackered

Thank goodness it's Saturday evening and the end of a particularly gruelling week. I'm knackered.

I've been doing the early starts at work this week and getting up at 6am, and I'm not used to it.

There was a time in my distant past, when I could go out boozing and dancing, get home in time to change into my work clothes and do a full days grafting, ready to go out again at night.

Not anymore!

It's all on trying to finish my Horlicks before I fall asleep.

Gosh, I must be an old git!