This is an apology for an entry.
That is to say that it isn’t an entry really because of the writer’s sleepiness caused by a shocking hangover.
We had a brilliant night at our friends’ house. I mean really excellent, ace food and lovely togethness and generous pouring of drinks.
We had champagne, and red wine, and port and brandy.
I was not very well this morning.
I have spent most of the day recovering slowly, not at all doing any of the things I was supposed to have done, and then this afternoon Mark went to get the camper van and I staggered about getting packed up and we set off to watch Oliver’s school play.
By mutual agreement we thought we would skip the invitation to have drinks with the Headmaster first, and went straight to the play.
Of course this was splendid. Oliver was a policeman with a magnificent moustache, remembered all of his lines and made everybody laugh, and we collected him afterwards looking rather like a moustachioed beetle under the weight of his huge rucksack.
It is lovely to have him.
It is lovely to be together.
However I have still got a headache and think I will probably not bother writing in my diary tonight.
It will have to be tomorrow.
