Don't pass the port

We had a delicious dinner last night but missed Danielle who was laid up with an upset stomach so couldn't join us. I never drink port because of the dire consequences I usually experience but Lynn had poured me one before I knew it, so it'd have been rude not to. How weak of me. I really paid for it today and only started feeling semi-human at around 2pm so missed my walk in Bushy Park with Brome and the girls. Had a nice lazy afternoon though, lounging while watching telly, reading and staring into these candles, while vowing never to drink port again.

Merry Christmas everyone.