The Morning After... (Open, Multiple Threads Welcome)
Bertie Wooster penned a mental note to himself, in re: drinking excessively upon discovery that Worcestershire had become a desert, not to do it again in the future. Then he mentally crumpled the note, tossed it into a mental rubbish bin and went searching for both mental and actual aspirin.
He found aspirin in the medicine cabinet of his room, which helped a bit. He also found the banquet room, which didn't help as much. And so our hero was ensconced at a lonely dining table far from the aroma of food, hunched over a cup of strongish coffee, trying not to think too terribly hard.
Poor chap looks lonely. Stop in and say hello.
He found aspirin in the medicine cabinet of his room, which helped a bit. He also found the banquet room, which didn't help as much. And so our hero was ensconced at a lonely dining table far from the aroma of food, hunched over a cup of strongish coffee, trying not to think too terribly hard.
Poor chap looks lonely. Stop in and say hello.