We had a couple of friends around for dinner last night to see in the new year. They're married and everything. I cooked a lasagne. It couldn't have been a more civilised, mature set-up.
Woke up feeling like I've been kicked in the head. Empty wine bottles all over the flat. Shards of glass all over the kitchen table. Curtains ripped from the wall and now lying on the floor in a pool of wine.
An enormous sausage sandwich later and I've hidden the wine bottles and dealt with the glass but the curtains will need some sort of professional intervention. All I'm fit for now is The Wizard of Oz.
It's 2010. Bloody hell.
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