Seriously, 2.30 am on a Sunday night/Monday morning is not the time to be cackling and making a lot of noise – or maybe I’m wrong, and the new convention is to wake all your neighbours with protracted farewells in the street while you’re waiting for your taxis. Such shared bonhomie and joie de vivre is all the rage with young YOLO advocates.
I struggled to get back to sleep and got up three hours later to do laundry and dishes. The holiday clothes were washed and dried at my mum’s Chinese laundry, so it was just the backlog of sheets and things that need a few hours sunshine if they are to dry on the line.
Bordeaux 32, Perigord 35, Surbiton 25, Belfast 19…grey but dry today in South Belfast – mustn’t grumble.
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