Water Rations

I have come to realise that Baileys with a small measure of vodka added after a glass or two of wine and a big meal last night was almost certainly a mistake that shouldn’t be repeated.

I ticked off every hour today from 2am until it was time to venture forth to the Temple of Toast, not that there was any toast for this Lady. Freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee seemed the best option for a day of food abstinence.

However His Lordship and I were still laughing this morning at David’s ability to mimic so many different accents, keeping us entertained during the meal until we were helpless with laughter.
He certainly has a talent for that as a career if the day job folds, and Luca’s wonderful cooking would stand her in good stead if no one wanted to learn English as a foreign language any more.