Sleep. Must…sleep…
So much for last barbeque of the summer. Just when you thought autumn had you in its grip a last ditch invite to Boss No.1’s house for a late summer evening of charcoaled lumps of animal and bottled Budvar in a bucket of cold water.
I’m not complaining. I lurve barbeques, especially when they bring new joys such as M&S salmon burgers. But once the food was gone and the strange Canadian neighbours (and their parents!) had left, the turntable and 80s/90s vinyl collection was wheeled out.
A couple of Wonder Stuff, some Abba and the theme from Champion the Wonder Horse under our belts, next thing I know it’s 3am. I don’t stay up until that kind of time anymore! That’s for the kids. BN1’s other half managed to put away half a bottle of some strange Sicilian digestif and pass out, which gave us the excuse we needed to shuffle off to bed. But it may take me a week or two to recover.
And sitting here at midnight typing this nonsense isn’t going to help anything. Z..z..z..z..z..
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