Today started abominably. Many many much too many late nights and far too much drinking-imbibing-consuming of the Alcoholic Liquids is truly starting to take its toll. The mirror reflects a wrung out rag. Tired and grumpy, accompanied by a raspy voice and thick head, I managed to make my way to the kitchen for some tea. I thought I should eat something too and decided at this point to be sensible and have some Scott's Porage Oats. With raisins. Good Wholesome Food for Soaked Livers. I sat at the table watching the squirrels; chewing carefully and swallowing slowly and planning my trip back Up the Stairs to the Good Place Beneath the Duvet. Enter Scottish Housemate. I have no recollection of how I ended up participating in the planning of a Roast Dinner and a Trip To The Shops. Well and truly roped in, I was forced to abandon warm and cozy bed thoughts in favour of a hot shower and the task of Getting Dressed.
Let me skip to the best bit. Alannah, this Primark. Primark, this is Alannah. Never have I been so thrilled to bits with a bargain. A few coins for like a zillion pairs of knickers, Ally McBeal clouds-all-over pyjamas, and Other Pyjamas and Stuff. Throw in a handbag and glittery belt and call me Pleased as Punch. The roast was rather good too. And, inadditiontoaswellas&also, I have the day off tomorrow so I can Recover Properly.
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