#7 dosen't feel like heaven

Ooooh! You’r supposed to get over a hangover in about twelve hours or less. Twenty four hours is way over limit so why do I still feel seedy some forty hours later? This is what I think. Normally after my four by ten hour shifts I’m in melt down and need the first of my three days off, Sunday usually, to just chill and nap after which I have two live days. This week, on the chill day, Saturday this time, I rose early to travel by public transport three times, the second of which was the arduous grind from Central to Palm Beach which made the delightful ferry crossing to Ettalong, - during which I was subjected to the largest dose of vitamin D. I’ve received in the last ten years, seem even more spectacular. Next to dash via the Bottolo to Luke and Jamie’s where I proceeded with the company to eat, drink and generally carouse in that most wholesome of Australian ways to who knows when – well I don’t though I’m sure there are many who could inform me, especially the designated drivers. Now you’ll note that I have yet to mention any pastime that sounds remotely like nap in this day’s – my traditional meltdown day – proceedings. This would have seemed the appropriate time to partake in this relaxation but it was not to be. To the betrothed couple and I it was perfectly obvious that the correct way to proceed was to go to the supermarket and there purchase the ingredients of a slap up meal thus maintaining our level of sobriety, however still daylight, it was obviously too soon to eat especially after having grazed all afternoon at L&J’s so the pub next to the supermarket seemed the obvious venue to waste some time. Back at Jack’s place with a bottle of something to go with dinner our host proceeded to whip up what I’m sure was a delicious fare if only I could remember eating it or at the very least what it was. Alice passed out sometime after dinner and, like the gentlemen we are not wanting to disturb her with our cigars and men’s talk we decided to take a bracing constitutional around the waterfront. As we would obviously have become thirsty on such a trek we took the remains of the bottle of bubbles and a bottle of whisky that Jack had presented me with at some stage that night to thank me for what I somehow don’t recall. Probably some sort of secret men’s business. I woke at Bunnings and could not find the light, I must have regained some subconscious recognition as I didn’t pee on the floor and I somehow found water I could not find any bedcovering though but I was smart enough to take the pillow case off and sleep under it.
Now this was a far cry from my usual chill day and by my estimation could be regarded as being almost as taxing as two more ten hour shifts and regardless of what anyone else thinks this is going to be my rationalization and I’m certain that to-morrow I’ll be better, in fact just re reading it I feel better already, lets go for a beer?
Needless to say having pressed the delete button on my brain a number of times during the afternoon and evening I don’t have many clear memories of the highlights of L&J’s first family day other than that it was extremely well attended the result I suspect of it’s being presented for the first time by the next generation, along with the competing attraction of an opportunity to bear witness to the newly betrothed, and indeed, for many the opportunity to meet Jack for the first time. I’m thinking of Kelly now and I hope Kel there are others out there prepared to enlighten you as to the many and various subtleties of the relationships that would have transpired – in simpler terms the goss. For my part Kel I can remember only that Olly and L&J’s dog got on shamelessly, your mum and dad have not gone feral as you might suppose, and that I met Jamie’s dad - whom I had no doubt met at the wedding but had forgotten as I was then similarly inebriated. Many photos were taken which I would hope both you and I will eventually, in this digital slow zone, see.
It’s now Tuesday and I’m pleased to report a full recovery. Have to publish now as I have a busy day of catch up before work to-morrow. Love to all
Robert