The Day After


I’m not expecting sympathy.

In case you’re wondering if we had a good day yesterday, the answer is a most emphatic YES!

I excelled myself with dinner. So much so, that I won’t be cooking again until at least Sunday (toast doesn’t count).

Last year, we were given a bottle of pink champagne for our wedding anniversary, but we didn’t have it, put it in the cupboard and forgot about it. When cleaning down the shelves last week, we found it plus an unopened bottle of apricot brandy (1993 trip to Amsterdam), a sealed one litre bottle of vodka (2004 gift for looking after something that didn’t have the necessary paperwork to get on the ferry for a D-Day re-enactment), an intact bottle of poor man’s Baileys (for 2009 visitors who never came) and the medicinal half bottle of brandy so far only used to dose up the Christmas pud and brandy sauce of yesteryear. As you can probably gather, we don’t drink very much. In fact, I bought a ten pack of lager one year and still had 9 bottles eleven months later! Oh well, at least they were well chilled.

Yesterday, we walked the dog in the morning for almost two hours knowing that, if we had said bottle of bubbly with our dinner, driving would be out of the question and she would have to make do with the garden for her later business. Bear in mind that I usually get light headed just popping a cork, you can imagine how pickled I was after 2 glasses of the stuff.

Hubby says I’m funny when I’m tipsy. Apparently my head leans ahead of my feet by about 6 inches when I try to walk, walls tend to get in my way and I sing a lot…….. slightly slurred and out of tune.

I’ve never been able to take my drink, which is why I’m more or less tee-total. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the occasional beer or small glass of wine (the bubbly is all I’ve had this year) , but my argument has always been I like to know what I did, remember doing it, and more importantly, who with and why. Social gatherings of the past always saw me volunteering to drive as I was happy drinking fruit juice or water. I would get ‘high’ on good company and didn’t need alcohol to have a good time. People who drink too much have always made me extremely nervous as when I was a very young child, a man passed out in the street in front of me and I thought he was dead. I also experienced being a passenger with a drunk driver who got violent and abusive when I tried to take the keys off him. He nearly killed us on the drive home, and it was the last time he drove me anywhere, EVER.

Hubby’s not a drinker either, so that’s another reason why the champers wasn’t opened last year. The pair of us getting through the whole bottle was unlikely and we don’t like waste, especially any ‘good stuff’. If we’d had company for dinner, we would have been happy to share. Yesterday, we decided to indulge ourselves as it was just the three of us for the day, though I ended up drinking most of it, 2 glasses to Hubby’s 1½ . It complimented our meal an absolute treat as we’d done a small gammon joint as well to go with our traditional dinner. (The dog had her own portion too, but no stuffing, sprouts or carrots.) As with last year, I had anticipated the pudding would have to wait until later in the week so it’s still in the wrapper!

We were opening pressies most of the day, and our £10 dash provided some interesting results and comparisons. To get round a bit of over spending, ‘The Dog’ had bought me a pair of fun slippers. They are absolutely brill, proper little bootees with tassels and keep my feet amazingly warm. For my part as Hubby’s hands are always cold, I’d got him some hand warmers, which are equally brill and reusable. You ‘crack’ the little metal disc which reacts with the crystals and generates heat for up to half an hour. To ‘reset’, you just put them in boiling water, bring back to the boil and turn down the heat until the crystals revert to a clear liquid (about 3 minutes).

Now Hubby’s gift from ‘The Dog’ was a bag of large American style marshmallows (The Dog gives marshmallows to everyone actually, and my Mum will have opened a parcel yesterday with 20 x 12″ lengths of the stuff ‘To Nanny’ from our mutt). The one I opened from him at the same time was a ‘Cars’ bauble with 2 marshmallow discs inside, so we’d thought alike on that one.

The dog liked her soft squeaky bone. She knew which corner had the squeaker in it, and was using her nose frequently to poke it but to no avail so she presented it to us to ‘help’. She made it squeak herself once, was quite satisfied with that, and curled up next to it in her basket.

With a combination of good food, good company, a lot of love and a few bubbles for us humans, all three of us slept extremely well last night. ZZZZzzzzzzz

sleepToday we’ll open the rest of our parcels, have bubble and squeak with cold meats and pickles sometime, and generally flop ( a bit like yesterday really, but without the champagne!)

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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