Last night I went to the pub. It was pretty average. I drove and was home by 11.30pm

Today I'm awoken by my stepdad insisting that I come with him to buy a matress. We realise we have bought the wrong size once we're home and therefore have to go back to Makro. The whole process takes near on two hours

I then go to the hospital to see my uncle. We receive some pretty shattering news and he is clearly not getting any better. I am there for about four hours

My mates insist on me coming out to take my mind off it. I get ready, and set off. Turns out I don't have any money available. Only I do, it's just that I've lent out about 200 quid and wont be getting any of it back until next week

Somebody please tell me they are having more fun than me this weekend