Yesterday we went to the pub for lunch.
Three pints and a hamburger.
Back to work to make sure that nothing went pear shaped.
Back to a pub in Covent Garden to meet up with the people who had not come back to work to make sure that nothing had gone pear shaped.
Four pints. Or was it five?
Libby, Tim and I are the last remaining drinking survivors. We decide to change venues.
On the way, there was a Subway and through a stroke of genius either Tim or Libby said let’s get a sandwich and we did and for this I am happy.
Off we went to a cocktail bar I like called Freuds.
Three very tasty long island ice teas.
How I don’t feel ill this morning, I honestly don’t know although my liver has sent me a cease and desist order.
