We have booked a table at a lovely restaurant as it's Mr T's birthday.
It's cold and dark and we are going on the bus so that we can both have a drink. I'd rather stay in.
Miserable or what?
Every Friday night I go round my friend's house and sit in her conservatory with the door open (smokers) - it's starting to get harder and harder to leave my log fire and go and freeze for three hours. Have a nice time (at least you should be eating in the warm.)