Skyline revisited

An old favourite.

A very slow start to the day, after a couple of sweet sherries too many were consumed the previous evening. I was also in quite a bit of pain, having omitted to take any drugs for my knees. We stumbled around doing a supermarket sweep, and then a fair amount of cooking and clearing up whilst hungover - the worst sort. Eventually, between us we managed to produce something palatable and it would seem that the guests had a good time (N and M, L and R, and S and D for the record). One of the guests is a blipper - not every day, but quite often. As he left, he said "there wasn't any talk about blip; not all evening; were none of the others blippers?" Nope. There is, clearly, no truth to the rumour that I have no friends (left) who aren't blippers.

Luckily my blip presented itself on a plate. A bit like the food.