Today has been a very lonely day. It's a funny thing about Sunday's being a family day, so if three quarters of your family are missing, it's bound to feel lonely! Lucy went to a school friend's 18th birthday last night and we'd arranged I'd pick her up (for my peace of mind). Unfortunately, she was wearing her Florence Nightingale hat, so when one of the girls turned up having downed half a bottle of Ouzo (I've learned a new spelling) Lucy seems to have arranged to call an ambulance and found a place for her to stay for the night as the girl's parents were staying in London (how inconsiderate). The situation was further complicated by the fact that she (the girl who was severely ill, not Lucy) was also seen to be kissing the wrong boy, who has a perfectly lovely girlfriend, who wasn't there as she was at work. I've tried being sympathetic and saying things like: it will all blow over, but it clearly upset Lucy. At least it has put her off any contact with alcohol. It sort of reminds me of my first 'brush' with alcohol. My sister and I were staying in France during the summer holidays when I was 17. We went with our hosts to a wedding reception, where some young lads were showing amitié towards the girls from Angleterre. One of the boys challenged the younger of the two to a red wine drinking contest, (you can see what's coming) but it was he who put a stop to our contest after what I think was four glasses. I don't remember feeling the slightest bit drunk at the time, but I do remember the next day when I spent the majority of it poised over the toilet. I thought it was something I ate! It did help to put me off alcohol for the next 23 years, though...
While waiting up for Lucy last night, (I gave up at 1.00am) I worked out how to set the time and the date on my new replacement camera - no mean feat at 00.21 hours, so have spent the afternoon putting it through it's maiden flight. Not the best day for taking photos, hope you like the 112th out of 118!
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