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).
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The 'sauce' of my misery.
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| And so it begins. |
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The point at which quaffing should probs been halted...
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| ...but, alas, it was not. |
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| An attempt to preserve my modesty. |
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The Motley Crew
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| Phee came over all camera shy. |
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| The writings on the wall/toilet door. |
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Obligatory Toilet shot
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| Home time. |
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| Hateful Student bin, malingering on the door step! |
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| Reggie- Our Friendly Neighbourhood Cat. |
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