I am afraid that we lost a day yesterday, but lesson learned, we will ever never again mix our UmBongos with Vimto, as it proved to be a most robust and heady concoction, especially after the couple of Cobras we had with our meal, plus the “snifter” at Granddad Colin’s …… hence, I suspect, the loss of a day!!!
I can remember coming back from Granddad Colin’s and my going into the kitchen to prepare said cocktail mix, with straws and a cherry on a stick as it was a special occasion.
Then, I think we caught a bit of Queen (the group, not our favourite royal family member of choice), in concert , when I think I remember Darrell sighing deeply and going all whimsical, saying how much he’d love to see Queen (the group, not our favourite royal family member of choice), in real life, before he and Nigel broke into their own rousing rendition of Crazy Little Thing Called Love …… which still sounded absolutely diabolical, despite my semi anesthetised UmBongo and Vimto haze!
At twelve Big Ben bonged and about twenty minutes of fireworks ensued, but whether they were suitably romantic or not I don’t seem to be able to recall.
…….. and sang the parts of auld lang syne that we could remember, mainly the “for auld lang syne my dear” and the uppy and downy arm bit.
But then, the next thing I remember is waking up on the settee, all of us wrapped tightly in a blanket, Darrell draped very tightly round me and one of Nigel’s arms digging into my stomach, ……….
I just hope I didn’t order anything incredibly silly, like ceramic pans or a Nutribullet blender in my stupor. as my credit card was for some bizarre reason sitting beside my phone on the occasional table ………