We went out to the pub for a few pints last night and had a fine old time. It was just the two of us, Furtle and me, but we had beer, chips and nattered for far longer than intended.
I am clearly losing my alcohol resilience, though. Five pints of Amstel had me feeling very squiffy, though in my defence, I had eaten virtually nothing all day. We got back to the Carpathia around 11.15, which is not bad since we had intended to stay for a couple of drinks only, and then had ourselves some very tasty tortillas, using some of Furtle's patent chilli and a can of Mexican refried beans, plus various other bits and pieces. It was very toothsome, but I must admit that going to bed soon after, I felt a little queasy. That last pint must have been in a dirty glass.
It seems that I hogged much of the duvet during the night and am lucky not to have been rabbit punched in the kidneys by a chilly Furtle. I shall spend the day in contrition and prepare myself for revenge tonight!
I am clearly losing my alcohol resilience, though. Five pints of Amstel had me feeling very squiffy, though in my defence, I had eaten virtually nothing all day. We got back to the Carpathia around 11.15, which is not bad since we had intended to stay for a couple of drinks only, and then had ourselves some very tasty tortillas, using some of Furtle's patent chilli and a can of Mexican refried beans, plus various other bits and pieces. It was very toothsome, but I must admit that going to bed soon after, I felt a little queasy. That last pint must have been in a dirty glass.
It seems that I hogged much of the duvet during the night and am lucky not to have been rabbit punched in the kidneys by a chilly Furtle. I shall spend the day in contrition and prepare myself for revenge tonight!