Oh bugger

I'm shedded.

 

Stout fellow!

 

I suspect it was more than just a can or two of Guinness.

 

True. He's not a lightweight like what I am.

 

Issa pre rekkie thingie for cooking Crissmas lunch. Whatever.

Ali

 

I'm still sober. [1]

[1] But only got home a little while ago and have now opened the port.

 

I'm on my way. Had to be a good boy to drive Granny Wheels (Wifes mum, who
had her legs amputated) and Granny Stick (My mum who had a massive stroke
and trouble walking) to and from their respective nursing home & sheltered
housing to our place for Christmas dinner, wine and whisky, and drive them
back. Odometer shows 259 miles once I got back home. Now on a nice red, and
deciding what to have next. Decisions, decisions.

 

Hemlock?

 

wrote in 4ax.com:

****

 

For inbound or outbound traffic?

 

Inbound right now, hopefully not outbound later. Then again, if the
moment arises I can always blame feeling poorly on my mother's over-
boiled sprouts.

 

May you enjoy it with a sense of deserved righteousness. <grin>

Ali

 

That's what I had for breakfast. It was all downhill from there.
Finished the day on two different kinds of Chimay and a pound of
sausages for supper.

Ready for bed now. Nightnight.

 

Dunno about righteousness, but I've now had two bottles of my favourite
red, and started on some beers I have a liking for.
<this took fifteen minutes to type and check for errors just because I
tried to type righteousness with the same spelling, right or wrong>
I will be falling off my chair when I next try to get up for a piss. Then I
will go to bed, whereupon my wife will probably repair to the spare room.
I will find out in the (late) morning when I wake up, how disgraceful I get
myself tonight. I must be pretty OK because I can still see just one
keyboard, and I haven't pushed the cordless mouse off the desk, but it's
getting close.

 

bad form an' all, but just woke myself with head six inches from the
floor. I knew that would happen.
<opens another bottle>
Can't wait for New Year.