Elbow exercises

Half pint plays soccer. Lily runs 6 miles. I drink. In Melbourne, all business is transacted in cafes. Until dark. The action then moves, without pause, onto bars and pubs. Last night, after a day of drinking coffee in what retrospectively can only be described as a cafe-crawl, we went to a bar with friends, followed by dinner. This being Australia, one cannot leave a restaurant without consuming a bottle of port with the cheese. Today a hangover is the inevitable result. Who was that idiot who ordered the port?



Any sign of The Dreamer? She still hasn't replied to my invitation to write on this blog. Kathy, please give her a kick.