Having One’s Cake and Eating it

During a bad night that I put down not to the Porty fish supper but to the Diet Coke with its caffeine content, I resorted to taking the recommended 5mls of the morphine liquid I was given in my party goody bag from ERI. I know now that it was a bad idea because I felt like a zombie for quite a lot of the morning.

Fortunately I was more or less back in the real world for a phone chat with my Orkney taxi driver at lunch time and definitely compos mentos when the Merry Widows came calling in the afternoon with the remains of a family birthday cake to celebrate one of their birthdays.

I meant to blip it in all its glory when it arrived but only remembered after we had eaten our fill. It was delicious