Keep blowing, Keep Blowing, Keep Blowing

Euan tried to convince his Gran that this was one of those home breathalyser test kits. Thought we were going to be calling another emergency service when she began turning the colour of a Smurf trying to get the thing to work. I'm pretty sure she'd have been well under the limit anyhow after her single glass of ginger beer and lime.

Ginger beer was as near an alcoholic drink I got today after last night's celebrations. A good night though in the company of good people, with good food and good-for-nothing-more than-a-hangover booze. Wasn't too bad actually (although I probably slept through the very worst of it) and the restorative steak pie dinner did it's best to chase away the remains of the hangover. A much better start to the New Year than the last one anyhow.

Haven't been able to do the usual round of commenting due to the ongoing telecommunication issues (no phone line = no internet) so will be catching up with that as soon as BT get their fingers out their own steak pies and find out what the issue is.