Our holiday party is still going on and getting better all of the time.
You may not be entirely surprised to learn that once again it is two o’ clock in the morning and that I am writing through a red-eyed haze of alcohol and other over indulgence.
I am so tired I don’t know how I am going to write the next paragraph, never mind hundreds of words of detailed and entertaining prose. My eyes hurt, my throat hurts from yelling at Abanazer, I have got mild indigestion as a consequence of eating far too much, and on top of all of that I am completely drunk.
Please excuse the lack of description and interesting detail. If I don’t get this written quickly I shall fall asleep during its composition.
It is still lovely to be me.
I would like to reassure you that everything in our holiday world is still perfect perfection, and that although intoxicated I am possibly the most contented that I have ever been.
Tonight, of course, was the pantomime night.
We were a subdued band of travellers at breakfast this morning, after last night’s adventures, and we told each other about our overnight ailments with enthusiasm, this happens when you get older.
After this we dispersed to our separate about-town adventures. Mark and I went it to the Christmas markets again, where we were tempted to excess by an incense burner shaped like a wood burning stove, and some cheese flavoured with pesto.
On our return we sat in the hotel lobby and drank tea. It was the day of the last people arriving, which they did, and despite having brought our books down to read, we did not manage a single paragraph between us as all of the time people appeared and disappeared and talked and were social, which was lovely.
By the time we escaped to our room to get ready for the theatre it was late afternoon. We showered and threw on our most middle class clothes, and when we dashed downstairs everybody was waiting for us.
We walked over to the restaurant in a sort of straggling crocodile, which must have been reasonably successful because nobody was run over by a tram on the way, although there was some misbehaviour on benches which would not have happened if only we were more civilised.
The restaurant manager hugged us as we walked in, he is always disproportionately pleased to see us despite the fact that I would not really suppose that an annual visit exactly makes us a proper sort of regular customers.
We consider ourselves regular customers anyway, and set to to shove the tables about until we came up with an arrangement that we liked, and then ate a very great deal of Chinese buffet. It is jolly good Chinese food and we ate a lot.
At this point for the very first time in my diarist career I actually fell asleep mid sentence. This is partly due to the wine but also due to the fact that I am desperate to stop being awake.
We went to the pantomime.
It was brilliant.
I have got to stop without telling you so much. The lovely friends who came were funny and clever and entertaining, and we all shouted our heads off and clapped until our hands hurt.
Elspeth and her husband generously bought champagne for everybody at the interval.
At the hotel afterwards Number One Daughter and Son-In-Law bought a massive box of chocolates for everybody to share.
I will write about it all properly tomorrow.
I simply can’t write any more,
It was out of this world brilliant.
I am happy enough to burst.
Sleep.
