Amateur Hour
I got home from work at about 8pm and went straight out to 5-a-side football, no time to eat. I was fairly rubbish, fell over repeatedly, twisted my knee and so stayed in goal for much of the game. I was no better in goal.
I arrived home at 10pm, Mrs del Fuego told me that we had to collect our youngest daughter from her friends house over the road. Still no time to eat. We went over and found a party in progress. The hosts run a language school and the kitchen was full of foreign students and their teachers. We sat at the huge table and were plied with drinks - 2 glasses each, constantly being refilled with red wine, Pimms, champagne and finally some sort of peach liquor.
2 hours later our 8 year old was escorting us back home. Mrs del Fuego was weaving comically, I could tell this because I was doing the same.
I remember going to say goodnight to the dog in the kitchen. At some point later I woke up on the kitchen floor with the dog licking my face. I still hadn't eaten any dinner. I was still wearing my football kit. I had to get up for work in 6 hours.
We should probably get out more.