The day after the night before
The day of the work party didn’t start well. A cracked tooth meant I was going to have to consume a lot of wine in order to anethetise the offending gaping hole and take my mind off the constant worry of how on earth I was going to fund a trip to the murder house.
Then the cricket was delayed so I couldn’t watch that, I stalled the beast of a car that I’m looking after - multiple times - in the middle of busy Newtown traffic, and (predictably) I found a stain on the white top I was wearing.
On the upside though, the sun was shining and there was plenty of fun to be had at the annual reporter’s drinkies at a co-worker’s place in Johnsonville.