Sunday 4 September 2011
The kitchen table and every other suface in the room is strewn with empty or half drunk bottles, cans and glasses.
A few weeks ago L decreed that we were going to have a small soiree, for no reason that I can ascertain. Maybe she was sick of the kids leaving a trail of devastation in their wake and thought that it would be a good idea to let some adults and I use the term loosely, in on the act.
Anyhoo, last night they came, drank, ate chili and A's wonderful Victoria sponge and left not really a trail of devastation but a heck of a lot of clearing up to do which I just don't feel up to at the moment as somebody is using a pneumatic drill on the inside of my skull, oh and the kids are due back from Gran's anytime now.
All I want to do is get back under the duvet with an ice cold bottle of Irn Bru.
Spiritualized -Cool Waves (Live in Iceland)