Off out on the piss
I’m just about ready for an boozy assault on the bars of Nottingham. I shall be attempting to consume several pints of bitter in town, which may also result in some inebriated blogging later. Or not.
It’s just as well we don’t have a chip pan in case I try to start a fire, or some rotten meat on the fridge that I can make a sandwich out of in a drunken haze.