I haven't yet, but unless the Tories experience some dramatic renaissance in their changes, then I'll be taking the Friday as a day off.
In my head I'll spend the night dancing around the living room, good wine, a bit of weed. However, because of the latter part of that sentence, I'll probably fall asleep on the sofa by 23:30 and wake up the following morning.
The other reason for taking that day off is the following Friday we're flying to Thailand. So I need some time to sort my life out.
I'm a little concerned that I'll be devoting the evening to nothing but schadenfreude. Which seems quite negative. But then I remember, in the form a PTSD flashback, the last 14 years. Fields of wheat. Johnson. Truss. etc . So Fuck 'em I'll take great delight in watching them lose.