I was a bit hungover this morning. So was Hannah. We sat around all morning watching cartoons and taking turns in the bathroom. Then Hannah went online to look for hangover cures and found out that Berocca – those weird, soluble multivitamin pills that cost a fortune – are good for the morning after, so she popped off to the shop and got some. If you've never encountered them, they're about the size of a Ritz cracker. You drop them into a glass of water, wait til it stops fizzing, then drink it all down in one go. It made me feel sick and turned my piss lime green, but apart from that had no real affect, so I just went back to bed.
Ted cracked a great joke yesterday. He and I and two of his sons were drunkenly chatting about women while making cups of tea in the kitchen. I was extolling the virtues of Rachel Riley from Countdown, while Phil (son no.3, I think) was praising some Mexican actress I've never heard of. Ted went into a lengthy description of what he'd like to do to Gloria Hunniford, during which Beryl came in to get yet more snacks from the cupboard. She noticed that everything went deathly quiet on her arrival, so asked what we had been chatting about. "Oh, just men's stuff", said Phil. "Yeah," said Ted, "Men's stuff. Stuff that's only relevant to men. You know – like masturbation and prostate cancer."
Ok – it was a lot funnier at the time, but it's still a great quote.
RC 5-4-10
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