(Note to self - you are not eighteen - you are forty-five)
Friday 14 November 2008
This morning I have been reminded - as if THAT were necessary - that late nights and copious amounts of alcohol of the bubbly variety are NOT GOOD for me. I have a headache and my eyelids are stuck together in a not very attractive way. I have actually known for years that alcohol doesn't really work for me - and for a very long period abstained altogether from imbibing any kind of evil brew. Last night I popped out to fetch a Curry for them next door (Master lives in t'big house) and called at the wine shop - to pick up a couple of bottles of Pinot. Note I say a COUPLE. So please explain why I then felt the overwhelming desire to pick up a cardboard 6-bottle wine carrier and fill it? .....and whatsmore - popped a bottle of Champagne in there?.....(celebrating? what? exactly? still being alive?) so now I am moaning, groaning and saying very loudly..."NEVER AGAIN"....that is until next time - besides I still have three bottles left:) I also have the feeling - along with some cloudy memories - that I had a long telephone conversation with someone - after consuming the alcohol - so goodness knows what I said during that!
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