Gilet bleu

I drank too much whisky last night. In protest, my body is restricted to the horizontal for most of the morning. By lunchtime, I’m feeling well enough to repeat last nights leftovers — which are possibly even better.

Claire and I meet Catherine at Fountainbridge for a viewing of Parasite. What an odd film. I enjoy it more than the others, but I’m not sure why it cleaned up at the Oscars. Great cinematography. A touch of Tarantino. Timely social commentary.

It’s time to finish the venison. Mike comes over to help me. We manage to clear away Ivan’s cider too.