Not tired, really. I had too much work to do for that!
Last night, Dad had managed to get two tickets for Leonard Cohen in concert, at the O2. 30,000 self-deprecating individuals (you have to be to like Leonard Cohen) all sitting politely for three hours.
He may be about 74, but his mind is still very sharp and there is plenty of energy in his body (so much for alcohol being bad for you!). Referring to the location of the concert, he said;
"Thank you for coming here tonight. I understand that some of you have suffered financial and geographical inconvenience!"
We didn't have a bad view - top floor, above the stage. Had a few mentalists sitting behind us, and one stroppy woman sitting next to Dad. Until she got fed up with one of the mad people singing along! Honestly, accept that it's someone's way of having a good time!
Got home at almost one, thanks to the slowness of the Northern Line, meaning that I was sleep deprived all day and kept awake thanks to enough caffeine in the morning.
Not that I felt tired, well everything ached except my emotions - how else did I manage to communicate with Vicky Pollard of North London, without bursting into tears?!
Well, that employment is over now. And, tenants that won't stop talking is something I won't be missing!
Tenant: "I have problem A, and B, and C, etc, etc, and Z!"
I do hope the tenants don't have the internet! 
