It's that special month again when the very serious corkscrew is put away in the cutlery drawer and that special pourer gadget that means not a drop of wine is spilt onto the exquisite Irish linen tablecloth is placed reverentially on the gadget shelf.
January is a long, long month dear reader.
Normal service should resume when The Intrepid One pitches up in his Land Rover, fresh from more African Adventures. Predicted arrival date is January 31st.
There are some upsides to this ghastly annual ritual but for the life of me I can't think of one.
7 comments:
I was wondering whether or not you were still undergoing the annual ritual of curling up in the foetal position on your terrace. I actually make a point of drinking more in January in some kind of recognition of your pain, and to build up to my birthday in early February.
Ron, hang in there buddy...after all it is the 13th already!
Ron - I've a Barrel of Digfield's Foll's Nook on the kitchen table - I'll give it a bit of a pasting tonight by way of rubbing it in.
Vinogirl would appear to be the only person with some compassion and understanding for a soul in crisis.
The 31st will be something; it'll be hold down the serving wench too....
I'll make it a shade after Midnight to relieve your guilt. Pinky Bar?
Pinky it is then.
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