Last night was the birthday bash of a good friend of ours and this is – luckily – the only evidence of said party: a post-11pm shot of we merry two before we had to leave and get back to the babysitter. As we walked home together, a couple of teenagers were out on the street ahead on their own way to – or coming from – a party of their own. What they might’ve made of Adam and myself, I don’t know. Perhaps in their eyes we were old fogies, or perhaps not. I don’t really care either way to be honest. Maybe that means I’m growing up.
(Tip: one way to magically give yourself cheekbones in a picture is to PURSE THOSE LIPS. PURSE ‘EM I SAY!)
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This was very much a day after the night before, when such night saw constant champagne top ups, and I must admit by lunchtime my liver was like, oh hell no, I can’t do this. VITAMIN BACKUP PLEASE. It was a quiet day of keeping to ourselves and general zoning out. I may wake up tomorrow and think that instead of gaining a day of rest I actually lost a day of productivity, but I don’t think so. Not this time anyway.
Because a day of getting out into the garden…
and watching Doctor Who…
(and supposedly constructing Meccano but really sneaking peeks at aforementioned show)…
is more than okay in my book.
Look, even the cat couldn’t be arsed.
Right on, whiskers. I’ll keep on lying beside you.
* Questionable grammar, yes, but it sounds better than ‘How to Get Over A Hangover’ or some such SEO/Keyword attention-seeking, grabby silliness.
