Since Jude left I've been wondering why it is that the wine is disappearing at a rate of knots. Then I realized that I've been downing it "like fizzy pop" here on my own. Determined not to buy any more - but still have a bottle to do before I run 'dry'. Shame as I find myself quite amusing when spewing cider fuelled bile.
Anyway my flight down to see Jude leaves at 6am this morning - that means a 4.30 departure. Time for bed.
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Getting drunk solo is either incredibly bohemian or terribly sad. I can never decide which when I'm busy doing it myself...
Enjoy that last bottle.
And then go out and buy another one.
x
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