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I had a txt Monday night about 6.30 from N asking if tonight was still on; this crossed with one asking him if he was still coming round. The paranoid part of me asks itself if that meant there might be a reason I wouldn't want to see him or more likely vice versa.
There is a gap in the early hours. I clearly got home, although I seem to recall a long way round, I clearly opened the front door, clearly locked and bolted it, clearly got to bed, but left out that getting undressed part, and proceeded directly, do not pass water, to the oblivion fully clothed.
With shoes on.
New Year's Eve. Between 8.30 and sometime after midnight, I tried to get my money's worth of £35. That's a lot of beer. 14 1/2 pints, which I'd not be up to, and the IPA's a bit rough right now. 14 pints of Guinness. Try that as house double whiskies and a few tequilas, sourz and sambucas and, well.
There is a gap in the early hours. I clearly got home, although I seem to recall a long way round, I clearly opened the front door, clearly locked and bolted it, clearly got to bed, but left out that getting undressed part, and proceeded directly, do not pass water, to the oblivion fully clothed.
With shoes on.
For most of the evening I was the oldest one there, and talked to some strangers, and slowly got inebriated. Or rapidly, towards the end, I suspect. I know N came in, and I know he told me I was mullured, but this was hardly news to me. I sort of hazily remember saying good bye.
There is a gap in the early hours. I clearly got home, although I seem to recall a long way round, I clearly opened the front door, clearly locked and bolted it, clearly got to bed, but left out that getting undressed part, and proceeded directly, do not pass water, to the oblivion fully clothed.
I still have the camera, but thankfully there'll be no photographic evidence of New Year's Eve. I still have my hat. I still have my keys. I still have my wallet. I gather I still have my dignity.
I still have my shoes, obviously.
New Year's Day was largely a blur, consciously spent in bed from about 10am, then I had a bath, and retired to bed again, aside from various pitstops, until the Sarah Jane Adventures, returning to bed and getting up about 9pm. I then did some marking, which of course meant I was unable to sleep until 3am.
With or without shoes on.
I got the rest of the marking of batch two done, went into town to get my medication and some Xmas presents, then debated whether to start cooking or mark. I did neither at first, but part cooked a curry and some guacomole for tea. N turned up on the dot of seven.
Ah.
There is a gap in the early hours. I know what he reported, and it at least makes sense. There's a vague chiming. I clearly got home, although I seem to recall a long way round, I clearly opened the front door, clearly locked and bolted it, clearly got to bed, but left out that getting undressed part, and proceeded directly, do not pass water, to the oblivion fully clothed.
Tonight we ate, and he had seconds, after a brief protest, because he likes brussel sprouts. You've got to love someone who's finally discovered brussel sprouts are edible and wants more. It is not too late to start cooking them for next Christmas. I need to find more recipes for them. And then we watched Cursed of which more in due course, which was more fun, if not as good, as Ginger Snaps the last film we watched together in 2006.
Now I have to tie up loose ends as I'm off up to Geordieland to see the Aged Ps. With a pile of marking.
I seem to have acquired a cough from somewhere, which is not good.
There is a gap in the early hours. I clearly got home, although I seem to recall a long way round, I clearly opened the front door, clearly locked and bolted it, clearly got to bed, but left out that getting undressed part, and proceeded directly, do not pass water, to the oblivion fully clothed.
With shoes on.
New Year's Eve. Between 8.30 and sometime after midnight, I tried to get my money's worth of £35. That's a lot of beer. 14 1/2 pints, which I'd not be up to, and the IPA's a bit rough right now. 14 pints of Guinness. Try that as house double whiskies and a few tequilas, sourz and sambucas and, well.
There is a gap in the early hours. I clearly got home, although I seem to recall a long way round, I clearly opened the front door, clearly locked and bolted it, clearly got to bed, but left out that getting undressed part, and proceeded directly, do not pass water, to the oblivion fully clothed.With shoes on.
For most of the evening I was the oldest one there, and talked to some strangers, and slowly got inebriated. Or rapidly, towards the end, I suspect. I know N came in, and I know he told me I was mullured, but this was hardly news to me. I sort of hazily remember saying good bye.
There is a gap in the early hours. I clearly got home, although I seem to recall a long way round, I clearly opened the front door, clearly locked and bolted it, clearly got to bed, but left out that getting undressed part, and proceeded directly, do not pass water, to the oblivion fully clothed.I still have the camera, but thankfully there'll be no photographic evidence of New Year's Eve. I still have my hat. I still have my keys. I still have my wallet. I gather I still have my dignity.
I still have my shoes, obviously.
New Year's Day was largely a blur, consciously spent in bed from about 10am, then I had a bath, and retired to bed again, aside from various pitstops, until the Sarah Jane Adventures, returning to bed and getting up about 9pm. I then did some marking, which of course meant I was unable to sleep until 3am.
With or without shoes on.
I got the rest of the marking of batch two done, went into town to get my medication and some Xmas presents, then debated whether to start cooking or mark. I did neither at first, but part cooked a curry and some guacomole for tea. N turned up on the dot of seven.
Ah.
There is a gap in the early hours. I know what he reported, and it at least makes sense. There's a vague chiming. I clearly got home, although I seem to recall a long way round, I clearly opened the front door, clearly locked and bolted it, clearly got to bed, but left out that getting undressed part, and proceeded directly, do not pass water, to the oblivion fully clothed.
Tonight we ate, and he had seconds, after a brief protest, because he likes brussel sprouts. You've got to love someone who's finally discovered brussel sprouts are edible and wants more. It is not too late to start cooking them for next Christmas. I need to find more recipes for them. And then we watched Cursed of which more in due course, which was more fun, if not as good, as Ginger Snaps the last film we watched together in 2006.
Now I have to tie up loose ends as I'm off up to Geordieland to see the Aged Ps. With a pile of marking.
I seem to have acquired a cough from somewhere, which is not good.
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