Drinks
The Residents' Association's Summer Drinks at a local pub went rather well this evening.
I stayed for over two hours but Adrian was there from the beginning to the end as he was the organiser.
Our local MP turned up as well and spent quite a bit of time chatting at different tables.
Adrian (here at the pub earlier in the evening)
got home just after midnight, very drunk.
Now he is in bed; I had to undress him and made him drink water (but not quite enough) and take some painkillers. He turned down the offer of a bucket by the bedside - hopefully he won't need it.
Oh it's a hard life to be the sensible one!
Adrian is a sweet drunk, as he always says that I'm gorgeous and that he loves me.
So I shouldn't really mind but somehow tonight I seem to share my mother's aversion, almost horror of drinkers (I suspect that my grandfather was rather partial to a drink or two, something that probably scared her and her sister as they grew up without their mother).
Or perhaps it's not that... maybe I'm envious of how he can just let go and I am frustrated by my inability to relax and lose control.
Who knows? Who cares?
I guess it's too late to play amateur psychologist I will join him in bed and make sure that he's OK (and I won't be filing for divorce in the morning!)
I stayed for over two hours but Adrian was there from the beginning to the end as he was the organiser.
Our local MP turned up as well and spent quite a bit of time chatting at different tables.
Adrian (here at the pub earlier in the evening)
got home just after midnight, very drunk.
Now he is in bed; I had to undress him and made him drink water (but not quite enough) and take some painkillers. He turned down the offer of a bucket by the bedside - hopefully he won't need it.
Oh it's a hard life to be the sensible one!
Adrian is a sweet drunk, as he always says that I'm gorgeous and that he loves me.
So I shouldn't really mind but somehow tonight I seem to share my mother's aversion, almost horror of drinkers (I suspect that my grandfather was rather partial to a drink or two, something that probably scared her and her sister as they grew up without their mother).
Or perhaps it's not that... maybe I'm envious of how he can just let go and I am frustrated by my inability to relax and lose control.
Who knows? Who cares?
I guess it's too late to play amateur psychologist I will join him in bed and make sure that he's OK (and I won't be filing for divorce in the morning!)