I didn’t give a f-u-ck about your party, I f-uc-king hate dancing. I don’t see the point of it. I would have preferred to have spent my Saturday doing something completely different, but I f****** went because it meant a lot to you. Now it’s Sunday and we can’t do any of the things I want to do??

The one fu-c-king consolation I gave myself was that if I suffer through Saturday and go to your work party we can enjoy Sunday my way.