There were things to celebrate, and things to be sad about. There were fun songs and sad songs. Then after a mix of Moscow mules, Long Island Ice Teas, a single malt, some salty snacks, warehou and chips and a taxi ride home, it was a relatively early flop into the sack on Friday night.

That was followed by a reasonably early forty-minute schlep across town to pick up the van this morning. It was all pretty quiet, not much going on.

And then a day of domestic bliss before turning a bit of a lump – fire on, movies to watch.