Too much cider...
Monday, September 26th, 2011 11:07 amThe weekend saw a mini gathering at the Gin Palace on Saturday night as ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fencingsculptor and romney popped over to visit on the last night of Mr and Mrs telemeisters' ten day tour of England. By crackey, we’ve got through some cider these past few days. I should note, as a matter of reassurance to Stephen and Stacey, that we don’t normally consume quite that much alcohol over a weekend. If any of our bin collectors read this, they should feel free not to contradict me on that point.
Anyway, having lived off the fat of the land over the weekend – we tried, sort of, to have a relatively healthy meal on Saturday, but perhaps the cheese quotient might have more than counterbalanced the greenery and carrots and healthy stuff. And there were dips…
Anyway, we are resolved to try and live a little more healthily (again) for the next few weeks. I am never going to manage a slender me, but I could possibly manage something tending slightly more toward the oblong than the oval and we have the wedding ofpax_draconis and averylaterabbit to aim for as a stage to debut versions of ourselves that fit more comfortably into three dimensions rather than five.
If you hear the sound of thunderous rumbling over the next few weeks, you will understand that it is my merely my stomach complaining of short rations, rather than the actual apocalypse.
Of course, there may conceivably be a hiccup in these plans. Tomorrow the immediate uncertainty ends and I shall know whether or not I still have a future in this office after a year’s worth of tension. I have already made it known that if I find that my service are to be phased out, I shall be descending on the pub and giving my liver a hammering. I am currently, however, on one of my wildly and irrationally optimistic upswings in this context and believe all will be well. Optimism is my default setting at the best of times, but I have to say that it has taken a beating this past twelve month. Nonetheless, for now I have convinced myself that all will be well.
fencingsculptor and romney popped over to visit on the last night of Mr and Mrs telemeisters' ten day tour of England. By crackey, we’ve got through some cider these past few days. I should note, as a matter of reassurance to Stephen and Stacey, that we don’t normally consume quite that much alcohol over a weekend. If any of our bin collectors read this, they should feel free not to contradict me on that point.Anyway, having lived off the fat of the land over the weekend – we tried, sort of, to have a relatively healthy meal on Saturday, but perhaps the cheese quotient might have more than counterbalanced the greenery and carrots and healthy stuff. And there were dips…
Anyway, we are resolved to try and live a little more healthily (again) for the next few weeks. I am never going to manage a slender me, but I could possibly manage something tending slightly more toward the oblong than the oval and we have the wedding of
pax_draconis and averylaterabbit to aim for as a stage to debut versions of ourselves that fit more comfortably into three dimensions rather than five. If you hear the sound of thunderous rumbling over the next few weeks, you will understand that it is my merely my stomach complaining of short rations, rather than the actual apocalypse.
Of course, there may conceivably be a hiccup in these plans. Tomorrow the immediate uncertainty ends and I shall know whether or not I still have a future in this office after a year’s worth of tension. I have already made it known that if I find that my service are to be phased out, I shall be descending on the pub and giving my liver a hammering. I am currently, however, on one of my wildly and irrationally optimistic upswings in this context and believe all will be well. Optimism is my default setting at the best of times, but I have to say that it has taken a beating this past twelve month. Nonetheless, for now I have convinced myself that all will be well.