Had a friend over today, and we were cooking as you saw on the previous item. We had drinks. Many of them. First the strawberry with bacardi razz and crushed ice, then a bottle of red, then we went out and had plenty of more white wine. And he never went to the toilet!
During this time I had been probably three times, and as we all know, once you start, you have to keep on going. He never went.
In the end of this evening I was worried, felt uncomfortable on his behalf (how stupid is that?), so that when just before we were leaving he rose and disappeared downstairs to the bathroom I felt relieved. Finally he was going.
I know, I shouldn't worry about these things, but there you go. I'm thinking of getting a hobby.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
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