No, not those things that fashion periodically dictates look good on the far end of yer strides, but unexpected visitors.
I hadn’t seen Bruv for some time, then a local emergency dragged him over to our neck of the woods yesterday, so he called in for some refreshment. Three bacon and tomato rolls later, swilled down with fresh coffee made with some of the beans we acquired in Hawai’I last year, and he was back up to speed.
Then Number One Son’s mates all decided to descend on us last night, creating an impromptu party, with several bottles of red wine turning rapidly into a refillable state, and the odd shot of ouzo, acquired during this year’s holiday in Crete.
Two separate ‘drinking sessions’ rekindling some great memories.
Don’t you just love it when that happens?
# posted by Mr.D. @ 12:14 PM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
