Blanket afternoon

After rather a few glasses of champagne there was only one way to spend the rainy Sunday afternoon; under a blanket, eating crisps, looking at unauthentic vintage tat on eBay and nodding off to the sound of the rain drumming against the window while the boy went to the pub to watch the cricket.

I need to start separating sentences with those dot things known as full stops.

So as you can imagine I am full of beans now its time for bed, great!