
The holiday weekend started early for me on Friday afternoon. I've been more or less drunk since then. How I've managed to get out and about, from A to B and back again, I've no idea. Yesterday I spent the day poolside, reading newspapers (FT) and a book or two (one of which can be seen at left), checking out the local bikinis, and surreptitiously enjoying some home-made cocktails. The problem with starting on the drinks in the morning is that by the time lunch-time rolls around one can feel, as the French say,
très pooped. So yesterday I fell asleep in the sun for over an hour and am now sporting a deep red-tinged tan and sun-bleached hair. It feels as if I've a million things going on at the moment, some of which I will tell you about. (Don't worry, it's all good). But for now, I'm hard at work trying to relax and monitoring my cocktail intake.
8 comments:
Oh, how I love a Sapphire Martini: Very Dirty, Extra Olives ; )
Enjoy yourself sir.
That is living!
My poolside was overwhelmed by children with parents who are, themselves, overgrown children.
Still finished re-reading my Flashman.
Snap!
Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be much wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.
Graham Greene
No taxation without inebriation. Isn't this what we are fighting for?
Youre aaaalways drinking THAT;-)
...which I like btw!!
Cheers mate
Bombay Sapphire? Excellent choice sir!
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