Fuzzy Felt

My Dear Princess and Dear Friends,

Well, I was drunk.

That's the pisht-est I have been for a while, in a bar with a bunch of BAs, welcoming the new guy.

I have a vague recollection of texting Caro to tell her to make fish fingers and chips. And that I would talk her through how to use the air fryer.

(I did, and she did, by the way).

Now it is the next morning and I am feeling oddly okay. Did I really get away with that?

S.