Confusion Craned

Went out, forgot camera, then it became a not-going-out day, so one from the balcony. Anyway today's tale:-

Coffee, toast and three paracetamol
Coffee, toast and three paracetamol, it was one of those mornings. How much had they drunk last night? He looked over at the bottles, eight of them, and all empty. There were only three of them, that made it two and two third bottles each. No wonder he needed the paracetamol. Then he spotted the whiskey glass, he must have finished the evening with a wee dram - but he couldn’t remember doing so. He thought he had learnt that lesson, that a bucket of red wine and a wee dram are not compatible - obviously not. Thank the gods that he had nothing important to do today, the ability to think would be a very late starter today. He couldn’t remember why they were drinking. Yes, J and him were sharing a bottle of Malbec over dinner, nothing unusual there. Then T had called round, and somehow one bottle had led to eight, and it wasn’t as if they were celebrating. Oh, hang on, that’s why T had called round, to tell them that he was finally going to retire. It had been on the cards for some time, now he’d done it, and had been in an infectiously good mood. But eight bottles! Oh, well, there was always the coffee, toast and three paracetamol...