The eye of the storm

Well I survived the bucks with but a few bruises and a day of up and down emotions on the Monday due to the after effects of chemical indulgence. I am obviously not as young as I once was.

I am experiencing a very brief period where I can sit down and relax. Girl O' Sand is off being beautified and enjoying high tea with her mother and sisters. OFITW, who looked after me so very well on the weekend, is again reveling in his role as best-of-men by playing taxi driver to numerous out of town arrivals. The fact that he had never been to our fine metropolis prior to last evening has not held him back. He is attacking the streets with gusto. His only fear is having to do a hook turn in the city but I cannot fault him for that as I am yet to perform one of those manoeuvres.

His latest venture is to pick up my parents from the airport. I am tired and a little grumpy. Never a good state of mind in which to face my mother. It will be hard. I wish Girl O' Sand was here.

2 sleeps to go.