BOOZE

I am remarkably wide awake as Monday approaches.

Actually, it's hardly remarkable. Yesterday evening we popped around next door for another wine and bonfire chat, this time with added people from furrin parts. We promised ourselves that we wouldn't drink too much and that we would leave at a reasonable hour as we had chores to do today.

In the event, we had such a good time that we neither left at a reasonable hour, nor moderated our alcohol. I am sure that I personally managed to put away two bottles of wine, probably rather more. We piled into bed a little before 4am...

Of course, when my alarm went off at about 10.15, I was rather squiffy and barely stirred until gone 11.00. Poor old Furtle was harder hit: I didn't have the headache, just the general blehness that comes after too much conspicuous consumption (there's a no-prize if you get the reference). Anyway, I bimbled around for an hour or so until a very fragile Furtle surfaced. We then had strong coffee, egg, beans, bacon and toast for breakfast. We watched an episode of Frasier and collapsed back on the bed for a couple of recuperative hours after which I felt much better, but Furtle didn't.

The day progressed and we managed eventually to get our chores done before larians and smokingboot arrived for dinner.Luckily, by this time Furtle was reasonably recovered and by later in the evening, fully recovered, though that was nearly stopped in its tracks by the discovery at the end of the night of slugs trying to get into a wine glass (we had been sitting outside in the cool and gathering gloom after dinner). 

Anyway, larians has given me some pointers on my job application and will be emailing me more in due course, for which much thanks. I see another dinner on the horizon regardless of of the outcome of the process. Still, I am not going to think about that again tonight and shall stop writing while it is still just Sunday. 

BOOZE

I am remarkably wide awake as Monday approaches.

Actually, it's hardly remarkable. Yesterday evening we popped around next door for another wine and bonfire chat, this time with added people from furrin parts. We promised ourselves that we wouldn't drink too much and that we would leave at a reasonable hour as we had chores to do today.

In the event, we had such a good time that we neither left at a reasonable hour, nor moderated our alcohol. I am sure that I personally managed to put away two bottles of wine, probably rather more. We piled into bed a little before 4am...

Of course, when my alarm went off at about 10.15, I was rather squiffy and barely stirred until gone 11.00. Poor old Furtle was harder hit: I didn't have the headache, just the general blehness that comes after too much conspicuous consumption (there's a no-prize if you get the reference). Anyway, I bimbled around for an hour or so until a very fragile Furtle surfaced. We then had strong coffee, egg, beans, bacon and toast for breakfast. We watched an episode of Frasier and collapsed back on the bed for a couple of recuperative hours after which I felt much better, but Furtle didn't.

The day progressed and we managed eventually to get our chores done before larians and smokingboot arrived for dinner.Luckily, by this time Furtle was reasonably recovered and by later in the evening, fully recovered, though that was nearly stopped in its tracks by the discovery at the end of the night of slugs trying to get into a wine glass (we had been sitting outside in the cool and gathering gloom after dinner). 

Anyway, larians has given me some pointers on my job application and will be emailing me more in due course, for which much thanks. I see another dinner on the horizon regardless of of the outcome of the process. Still, I am not going to think about that again tonight and shall stop writing while it is still just Sunday.