Green is the new Brown

The day starts at noon.

Owen is melting into the sofa. If he didn’t have to keep getting up to go to the toilet, they would probably combine into single entity. A warning about the perils of starting another bottle of whisky at three in the morning.

Cheryl somehow got up and busy before ten and is nowhere to be seen. Angus is feeling rough, but nowhere near as bad as Owen. Claire, Megan, and I are tired, but otherwise feeling pretty chipper. And the sun is shining.

We are first footed by Ailsa, who wants a breath of country air. She doesn’t stay long, and is forced to take a portion of tiramisu with her.