Grey Skies, Chill Wind

My Dear Fellow,

It has been surprisingly Autumnal today. There's a chill in the air, and the sky has been dark all day. It's like a preview of a season I won't see this year.

Meanwhile, Er Indoors is out at another "goodbye" dinner. We are both out tomorrow night too.

It's a good thing we don't leave town often. It's a great way to gain weight.

All seems cordial between the cats again. Punky shared my fish supper with me and yes, we are all watching horror films together. One has to respect tradition.

Parsones

UPDATE: I've been receiving texts from Er Indoors's mate. Apparently she is "sh1tfaced" on tequila and won't be home for a while. Oh well, time for another Hammer film then...

FURTHER UPDATE: She's home. And as drunk as I've ever seen her. "I've got the shredding bags and GP letters," she said, as she wobbled down the hallway. "I've had tequila shots."

Oh dear.

"And Bacardi. And vodka."

Yikes.

"Oh f***, where's my phone? Do you see a phone in there?"

She passed me her purse. No phone.

"F***. F***," she said. "Can you call The Cambridge and see if anyone has handed in my phone?"

I did. A nice lady answered and told me Er Indoors had left her phone charging behind the bar.

"Ooooooooooh, that's rrrrrright!" said Er Indoors.

So I'm picking it up tomorrow. But first, I'm trying to get water down her neck. "And if you don't want to go out tomorrow..." I started...

"No. No. No. I'm going. I'm going out. I want to go," she said. "I'm going. I got the shredding bags and the GP letters."

Ok.

"I'm not THAT drunk. Evenifffrrongtphone..."

What?

"Evennnrfrrongntphone."

Eh?

"Even if I did forget my phone."

Oh.

"Laura was doing Snapchat," she explained. "I think there were ears. And teeth. Oh f*** I hope we're not f***ing rabbits on Facebook tomorrow."

Poor little thing. She doesn't deserve to be mocked by her husband. I'm in this sort of state far more often than she is. Lets hope she's not too sore tomorrow. Now let's just re-fill that water bottle again.