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Oh well
We never quite made it to the pub yesterday. I was about to put a face on, seeing as I hadn’t showered - again - dirty girl, but C came over all poorly-bad. He’d had more tequila than me and he also had a shot of G&T seeing as the Archers was minging. Like paint stripper, which isn’t what you expect from such a sickly-sweet drink. It must have gone orf. Well, let’s face it, it’s no-one’s favourite drink in this house.
So anyway, I put C to bed, at which point Damo came round to collect his shopping. I may have given him the impression that there was something seriously wrong, but it was just alcohol, as ever. C went to sleep for ages, then I dozed off, and we woke up much later on, and he couldn’t remember a thing after the tequilas, bless him. I won’t go into details here. I sent him out for fish and chips at some point after that, and he came back with a ton of Chinese food because the chippy wasn’t open on account of it being Sunday. We ate some of it, and have eaten more of it for dinner today. The remainder is for tea tonight and probably dinner tomorrow…
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Monday 19th September, 2005 ~ 4.26pm BST
Well you didn’t seem that drunk.
My first impression, due to the flushed look on your face, was that I’d caught you mid-nuptuals.
You rowing was a much nicer though to have in my mind - sanitywise.
Monday 19th September, 2005 ~ 5.16pm BST
That came later…so to speak…
Monday 19th September, 2005 ~ 5.35pm BST
One usually follows the other, but do I really have to know?
Monday 19th September, 2005 ~ 7.07pm BST
Such vile conversation of sexing.
I could murder a Chinese takeaway right now. Shame there’s no decent ones for miles around. Urgh. Have to wait until I can be doing with cooking my own.
For now though: toast. My body is now fueled only by bread and gin. Impressed?
Monday 19th September, 2005 ~ 7.08pm BST
Pssst!!! You’re Blog’s gone all wongley and out of alignment. Dearie me.
Tuesday 20th September, 2005 ~ 2.27pm BST
Do you prefer the sex-talk or the cat-poo-talk?
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Wongley, eh? I might see if I can sort that out. I suspect it’s Blogrolling.com being slow that has something to do with it.