If I had a little Money.....

It's taken me til Saturday night, to post last nights photo. 

Photos were all taken, but when we got home, neither of us were ready for sitting at the PC and posting... 

After 6 months of relative quaratine from busy places and lots of people, I felt that last night would be a good attempt to mingle again. 

I'm okay out and about with Si by my side, but when we go out and we bump into people and i'm thrown into converse and amuse mode, it kills me. 

But last night I was feeling brave.  Not that brave - but I booked a table so that I had a goal. 

And so it was that at 5.30 we were in the Fox embibing in a little Prosecco and enjoying some food.   Followed by Old Fashions, and a measure of Jamiesons in our Affogato. 

We started to walk home reasonably early.... I think we left at 8, and approached a pub which has been closed for nearly a year I think.   A new couple have taken it over, and we promised we would go in and see if the loos had been improved and we may consider it again. 

Si went to bar, I went to loo.  Sweet smelling and clean.   And not smelling of toilet blocks either.   We sat in the beer garden for a couple and then it got a bit cold.  

When we came inside, there was only 5 of us.   One little chap at the bar was enjoying himself immensely and asked Mein Host to play some music.   He got up and started dancing so while I got another drink for us, i asked him for one for me.    I sat back at the table with Si and the song came on, and he looked at me and said "We better get up then eh?". 

I stared. What?  Eh?  Excuse me?   The man who lasted eight bars on the dance floor at our wedding. Asking me to dance, in a pub. with 5 people in it. 

We got up and the wee chap at the bar came over and started dancing with us.  Then three ladies looked in the door and came in and joined in. 

Then followed a good couple of hours with us shouting tracks at the bar, and dancing frantically.   Si was away with himself. 

at 1030  I said, "Enough, lets walk". so we started walking, but got as far as the car park and I really couldn't keep control of my drunk husband, He was all over the place. 

I called a cab, and luckily it was sitting behind us in the beach car park. 

Got him home and he went straight to bed.  

I cannot explain how bad his night was. But the sight of him standing in the shower at midnight, looking so sad, saying "I don't know why I got this ill". 

I'm sure he thought I had made him sick, but I really hadn't. 

I cleaned up after him.  it was only fair, he has done it a fair few times in our lifetime for me.   I got him a basin, and a glass of water and left him snoring.   I followed him up about an hour later. 

So today we both have been really rough. its been a gorgeous day, but i have sat and snoozed and groaned. 

It's only now we feel like eating....   So we are ready for that.   

And THIS I remember is why I don't really drink any more.