Crisps, Cakes and Pie - a poem

by She With A Capital V

Swaying in the kitchen at half past one
It was after the last glass of "Ten" when you came undone
Falling asleep sideways 
Off the stool a good indicator 
A day of partying and drinking 
Your hangover precursor

Now, sloth like and fuzzy and a little bit smelly
Watching the Tour de France like it's the best on telly!
Finally arisen after hugs and teasing
Crisps, cakes and pies please
My, how appealing...

Hangovers are good for teaching sobriety
Until the next round comes...
Along with the party!


I wrote the above as I thought it summed up most of today!  

Having had a good day of partying celebrating Caroline's 40th birthday yesterday afternoon and yet more conviviality later on at Portal Restaurant with Mike, Sylvie, James, Bex, our waif and stray for the evening Sarah and of course, Mat - we were feeling, shall we say, delicate.  A good time was had by all and it's weekends like this that make me so appreciative of all the fun experiences I get to have.


It's all about enjoying the ride - drinking and eating crisps, cakes and pie ;-)