You'll be pleased to know that we've fully recovered from last night's little incident.
I always forget that, while the four minds each take an equal burden of the ravages of alcohol, there's only the one body. Hence the stumbling, lack of hand/eye coordination, swearing and breath - sorry SID.
Now. Apologies to those whose Blogs I careered incoherantly through on the way home. At least I didn't vomit in them, eh?
One good thing has come from all this. I'll be safe from Monsters Under The Bed for a good while. They can't tolerate alcohol, you see. It reacts with their [insert poisonous chemical here*] for blood, causing them to explode. Which explains why only children - at least those not brought up on some vile estate - and the teetotal are plagued by the hideous creatures. I think I'd imbibed so much wine last night that they'll be gone for a good long while to ensure every trace of alcohol has left my system.
Right. Off to do something menial and soothing. Like the shopping list...
* I'm not a bloody chemist!