So back from wild Wales, which was ace. I think.
Only downer was getting too much country air during a tea-time visit to the pub, which, to the untrained eye, may have made it seem that I was hog-whimperingly drunk.
Not at all though. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Anyway, the consequence of this unexpected infusion of rural oxygen was that I ended up crawling home and falling asleep on the sofa at about 7.30pm - then not waking up until 7.30am, utterly unable to believe that a whole night had passed me by and this actually was morning.
This air-induced dementia caused me to feel puzzled, confused and rather head-achey for the rest of the day.
So I'm holding it to blame for me forgetting to clear the fridge of tomatoes, cheese and juice before I left.
Which means that, as the cottage may not be occupied for several weeks, I will have to make the 100-mile round trip again this affy to clear the fucking thing before it all rots down into a stinking compost.
DAMN YOU, AIR.
