So, I have been conspicuously absent the last couple of days. Not just from the blog, but really just 'checked out'. Luke and I attended an 'Anti Valentines Ball' on Saturday. Very romantic. Or, more accurately, very drunken. Somehow by the time we got home on Sunday morning I had lost a shoe, seven out of ten acrylic nails, and was wearing my sexy red corset the wrong way round.
Sunday was thus spent prone on the sofa. Literally, all day.
Monday, back in the office, I managed to do very little (as usual), attract no attention (as usual) and escape early (not that usual, but still a fairly regular occurrence). Lu and I were meeting friends for dinner at 8:00, but since I was home by 4:30, I had quite a lot of time to wait. I was so tired, and not in the mood for going out, so I thought I'd have a tiny glass of wine to perk myself up a bit.
By the time I met everyone in the pub, I was feeling very perky. I'd managed to finish the whole bottle of wine while watching Project Runway. A lovely meal, two gin and tonics and the best part of another bottle of wine later, I was still in an excellent mood as Luke and I made our way home. A less excellent mood this morning though, it must be admitted.
Occasionally it occurs to me that if I can drink a whole bottle of wine without my husband noticing any symptoms, there is either something wrong with me, or something wrong with our marriage, but the thought is swiftly dismissed.
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