An email from my mother:
Having sneakily drunk (he doesn't know how many glasses of wine)while he was cooking fish and chips for tonights meal, he ate his dinner and then sat with his head on his arms while I washed up (which is his job too on a Friday night!)Then I had to struggle to get him to his feet and walk him to the bedroom (thank goodness we live in a bungalow) where, on the way, he would have fallen over three times if I hadn't got hold of him!
He is spark out now, lying on his bed flat on his stomach. I have put towels on the floor each side of the bed, a glass of cold water on the bedside table and a plastic bucket for him to vomit into! All he said as he collapsed into the bed was 'I'd like you to sing to me now'!Blow that for a game of soldiers!if he's like that when I go to bed I shall just cover him up with a blanket, don't know what kind of night I shall have though, I've never known him quite so sloshed...oh, he did mutter that he'd never have another drink though.
This guest post copied from an email from my mother last night made me laugh until tears rolled down my face. I emailed back saying that I hope she had a quiet night and that I didn't envy her in the morning.
Her morning reply:
Slept (he) like a baby, woke up full of beans, apologies and swearing he'd never drink another drop!
You've got to hand it to him, at almost 81 he's doing very well!