Until we decided to continue with the festivities after lunch.
I know from experience this is a Bad Idea. I know that my constitution can't take large amounts of alcohol on a bit of halloumi and a few prawns, but I still do it. I am like Ulysses with the Sirens. Tempted by the allure of sophisticated London bars, drinking Tanqueray 10 and tonic and being very PR. Living in a fantasy world where I have no grey hair, wrinkles, old m&s knickers and two children.
I'm not sure how sophisticated I actually was though when I spotted Lee Ryan and Duncan from Blue in the aforementioned bar and beckoned drunkenly at them to join us. It was 4pm. Lee was about to go and see a medium. I know I wasn't sure either. Duncan has very very white teeth.
Oddly enough the sight of three wanna be 20somethings and their pimp (okay our one male colleague but he looked the part) wasn't as alluring as we thought, either that of the fact we stank like a brewery. They left us. How very dare they.
At 5pm I made The Call. You know the one. "Can you ask the nanny to stay on for a couple of hours and put the children to bed please if you're going out?"
Bad Idea. Really bad idea. I just should have left and gone home like a good and responsible mother, not continued drinking and misguidedly attempting to relive my youth.
I eventually turned up having fallen asleep on the train, missed my stop, had to get a taxi that sent me over the edge. I clearly looked terrible, judging by the Nanny's expression when I walked in. That and the fact my husband arrived 1/2 hour later (I think, I was passed out in bed) woke me, and declared:
"My God what have you been doing? Is it drugs? You look TERRIBLE! Sarah just called me as she was so worried about you."
Oh shit.
There was a time when the amount I drank yesterday would have been a mere apertif, now it seems I look like Phil Mitchell on a bad day after a few glasses of wine and a gin and tonic.
I need to act my age. Or never drink again.
Preferably both.
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