Remains of the Day

This is what we drank last night.

I now feel like Jeremiah and his mates have been raining on my head.

Why? Lot's of whys. Why do I still occasionally forget that I haven't been a socially functioning adult for almost 3 years now? Why is the reality of the sad person who can't take the pace at odds with the 20 year old who is raring to go who still lives on in my mind? Why does it always seem like a good idea at the time? Why did I pass out myself while trying to get the 2 year old to go to bed, leaving my guest sitting in the living room with my pissed husband doing God knows what, and no idea where he was supposed to sleep? Why did I not drink more water at 2am when I woke up in my clothes? Why does your 2 year old not just know that 6:30am is not the time you want to get up after consuming this amount of wine? Why does she jump on top of you shouting "Wake up Mummy!" anyway? And why, despite the ray of hope presented by this being a nursery day for the two year-old, does the hangover not offically kick in until 12:54pm, precisely 6 minutes before you pick up the 2 year old from nursery?

And why do I have the feeling this won't be the last time I ask these whys?

It was good though!

There is a need for grease at times like this which my new darling, my deep fat fryer, can thankfully fulfill. Off to make some chips!