20’s Plenty

Dear O'H dear, Lovely Tea Jenny and The Mini Princesses,

The Prince has a big night out last night and emerged about 11 am today.

“Today is not going to be a good day,” he stated woefully whilst standing in his pants, a jumper and slippers.

“Oh dear,” was all I could say as it was clearly true.

And I watched as he went through the following stages:

1. Still a bit drunk
2. Dismissing my ridiculous suggestion to rehydrate with water
3. Eating a bacon roll
4. Glued to the sofa
5. Mustering up the energy for a shower
6. Convincing himself that showering had cured him.
7. Realising that it hadn’t.
8. Dismissing my ridiculous suggestion to rehydrate with water
9. Attempting to eat himself better
10. Concluding that Wotsits, Bombay mix, a Fry’s chocolate cream and a bottle of full fat coke had not really improved the situation
11. Dismissing my ridiculous suggestion to rehydrate with water.
12. Glued to the sofa
13. Paracetamol
14. Walking Murphy
15. Declaring that fresh air had helped
16. Glued to the sofa
17. Pizza (on the sofa)
18. Tapanui chew (on the sofa)
19. Glued to the sofa
20. Bed

Thankfully time heals!

C