Imbibing

Last night was the usual attendance at the church of imbibing, The Dover Castle Inn. We staggered out of there at 2.30 am. I had the munchies and made a fried egg on toast before hitting the sack. Had five pints of the bog standard Master Brew and feel fine this morning. If it was wine I would have had a muzzy head.

So, as it is going to be a fine sunny warm today, I shall be out in the garden most of the afternoon reading a book. Might even have a glass of cider.