Dan’s birthday ‘do’….
Me, Deb and the cake chipped on over. Drunk some wine and kissed Dan. Scoffed some grub. Watched Dan open his presents. Andy (damn the man) then produced the Sambuca and, because I have the will-power of a gnat, I joined in the ‘necking it’ game. Ten minutes later, I sneaked off to be sick in a bush. Got in at 3am. Obviously, it was a good night, although I’ve gone off aniseed in a big way.