It's 2:13am. I'm under a duvet, on a sofa in Birmingham. A small dog is lying on top of my feet like a furry hot water bottle. My eyes are heavy.
I got here after two and a half hours of driving, including a slalom through the city centre, during which my satnav and I had a falling out. The satnav is clearly more patient than I am.
My friend Ben and I watched a Bond movie, mostly because I had replied, 'action and explosions' in answer to the question 'What kind of films do you like?'
We talked about music. Ben knows more about this subject than I do, and has opinions and tattoos.
The dog, having initially snapped, seems to have taken a shine to me and my feet. She is, I believe, a bichon frise.
Christina, Ben's wife, is working a night shift and won't be back until 8am, which is now 5 hours away.
It's great to see my friends.
"That's what it should all be about," said Ben. I quite agree.
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