Okay, things not to do number 1: Ring me up, ask me to make dinner (pref with a desert) and then not appear. My dad’s now an hour late and I actually bothered to produce Yorkshire pudding, vegetables and some sort of gravy-esq substance….
I’m not happy…I’m not happy ‘cos he’d never have asked me to do desert back when I was male (at least I can’t think of a single incident when he did) – and also if I’d have actually bothered. Well…..
Anyway, I’m now also closing on drunk, ‘cos while I was waiting for the food to cook I had a glass of red….then another glass of red with my dinner and I’m currently working my way through a “Red Bull and Vodka” – although a point for future reference – my family doesn’t appear to have any vodka in the drinks “cabinet” (shelf).
I suspect this is a reliance on my being at home for family holidays and the knowledge that I tend to have vodka…actually I normally have vodka and martini (substitute <g>). It’s probably not doing the Androcur, or hormones much good, but it’s nice to be slightly numb mentally for once.
Not quite drunk. But nicely inebrated. I can now say that the Placebo album is cool (cooler when heard through speakers with base…..(the speakers that I took to Aoife’s really need the batteries in)).
As indeed is the TMBG album and the TD album….yes. So in the end I’m glad I bought them…..it’s ages since I listened to a placebo album (the only one I have is a copy on tape…and tape is not popular here)….
Yes. So. There we go….
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Kate