Last night, one of my friends had a BBQ to celebrate his birthday. IRP was invited as well, and it was the first time he'd come out and socialise with my friends. I know he wasn't really looking forward to it, just because they were all new people. But he was really good, chatted to everyone and I think he had a good time.

Ever since I got back with IRP, I haven't been going out as much as I used to. I see my friends and keep in touch but not as much as I used to. Going out less means I also drink a lot less. But last night I had a few drinks at the BBQ. I'm in so much pain today! I don't know how I used to go out so often, and drink that much! And I never used to get hangovers. They're not fun!

IRP let me have a lie in this morning, made me cups of tea, and when I felt ready to eat he made me some breakfast. It was really sweet. After a while he took me home, and I slept some more while he went to do all his chores. He's now busy cooking sunday dinner, and will pick me up again shortly to eat it! Isn't that nice!