Feeling a bit delicate this morning, last night Phee and I decided to breach our hermitage, and venture beyond the mouldy walls of Grimmauld Place. For some reason we became possessed by the depraved notion that drinking rum was a good idea. It was not.
The boy is a big rum drinker, and as a result there are many bottles of the stuff about the place, in varying degrees of emptiness. So, in what is fast becoming a habit, we concocted a 'delightful' beverage made up of rummy dregs, and for good measure we topped it all up with some of our own Basics rum (thats white rum and its vile).
|The 'sauce' of my misery.|
|And so it begins.|
|The point at which quaffing should probs been halted...|
|...but, alas, it was not.|
|An attempt to preserve my modesty.|
|The Motley Crew|
|Phee came over all camera shy.|
|The writings on the wall/toilet door.|
|Obligatory Toilet shot|
|Hateful Student bin, malingering on the door step!|
|Reggie- Our Friendly Neighbourhood Cat.|