I have not been keeping the aimless, feckless and desperate abreast of latest developments vis-a-vis the wagon that lurches ever onward, rarely over smooth ground and only infrequently with a tremendous quantity aboard. But ... last orders called prior to turning in on Monday, and not a drop since so that's more than 48 hours.
This is probably as well since I ate nothing last night: came home; the Slug drunk, rambling incoherently and lurching about the place in a very tedious manner; went to bed hungry rather than spend further time in his company. Bastard.
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