The Nightingale Sings

2005-04-01 at 10:18 p.m.

Be thankful I have not updated in some time. I got absolutely pished the other night, and wanted to write an entry, but it wouldn't let me. This is just as well because I went on a chatroom and no longer have any idea what I said, only people laugh when I go in there now...

Mum and dad went to take the dog back to the breeders, and to visit mum's newly-discovered biological family in Halifax. So Shirley came down to visit with me. I actually got drunk the night before she arrived on bourbon, which I had opened to just taste some and wound up drinking the whole bottle. End result was vomiting absolutely everywhere that night and half the next day (not a fun time) and had a terrible hangover. Fortunately so did Shirley so we commiserated and drank lots of tea that evening. Then the next day - uh, yesterday - we went into town to have "one" drink before heading hope. One drink turned into five pints and we staggered back then drank the rest of the bourbon and a couple of bottles of wine. I now have to avoid that pub for a while as we had loud drunken conversations about child molestors, statutory rape and nursing, with occasional interjections from me wondering why I couldn't get "Ring of Fire" to play on the jukebox. Hem. Then we had yet more long, pointless conversations but I managed to half-sober myself up so I don't have a hangover today.

Parents are now in the Lake District and are coming home tomorrow. Shirley went away today so that I can clean the house. I have shit to clean as the poor dog of hers had a little bit of a problem when he arrived. Plus I have an insane amount of rubbish to take out (how do I end up with this amount?) and to remove ashtrays etc from the house. I'm sure this place smells. Which reminds me that I need a shower because I think I too smell.

And enough of all this, I am going away. Toodleoo.

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