Indeed it's true.
I was going to tell you that I am too tired to write about the lovely time we had at a great barbecue yesterday.
I was going to tell you that I was sooo tired I would kill for a lie-in. Yes, I said kill. Kill in a psych0-in-the-shower-eigha-eigha-eigha kind of way.
But I begged, and I grovelled, and I begged some more, I had absolutely no grace and certainly ditched all pride. PD turned up at eight this morning and sent me back to bed.
What a star, I could have kissed him. I probably did.