Carolyn sent me a text message this afternoon:
Why so drunk?
What is that crazy woman on about this time? I wondered. Then I had a horrible thought and checked my 'Sent' messages:
Dear Carolyn, I am extremely drunk, but you are still a 100% Diamond Geezer. Love, R xx
I have no recollection whatsoever of sending the text message, but I distinctly remember cracking open a bottle of whisky with my parents last night. I think my amnesia must be down to a near-lethal cocktail of Famous Grouse and dental anaesthetic.
Well, that's my theory and I'm sticking with it.
It's good to be friends with Carolyn again, though.
Assuming she's still speaking to me, that is.