It has been an alcoholic day. Not only have Claire and I finished this bottle tonight, I went for lunch with Rodney. Lunch with Rodney always means at least a bottle of wine - sometimes each, though today I let him drink the lion's share (well, 60%).
I had been planning to put two batches of wine into their demijohns and bottle the Dandelion this evening, but putting it all off until tomorrow sounds like a far more attractive proposition. Instead, I have spent the evening worrying - a favourite activity and one at which I am particularly good. I am worried about the Book's reception. Not amongst people I don't know, but those I do. I have been catty about Music Club and some people are likely to feel hurt. Too late now.
Ah, Music Club; wouldn't worry about them too much. All you got to say is: 'Do you want to borrow my rosin?' and they're all like: 'Oh, so you got a problem with my bowing, eh?'. And you're like: 'No, no, just wondering if you wanted to borrow it.' But it's too late; they're already licking their pencils and writing your name down on 'the list'! Heh, heh!
ReplyDeleteAll the best.