Limoncello

Last night we went to our friend’s house for a relaxed meal… maybe a film. Then it turned nasty. The Grants, Limoncello, Laphroig (even) etc. was cracked out and the rest is littered with coffee and sinus/dinger hitting, Limoncello with soda. The birds chirped as we walked home at three am, and the ‘limons’ sang in my stomach at 8.30am this morning. They were unhappy. I was relatively fine though, and cleaned the house and sorted my wardrobe..but so, very sleepy. Luckily the Deco Lounge with two girly friends saved me, with poached eggs, salmon and hollandaise on muffins. Meanwhile Charlie was biking round the woods with the boys. I know he felt some pain too. We are now attached to the sofa a la:


Night. x

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