...with 60 relative relatives was a success! Every one was in some way related to my wife which meant I could get full for free, drunk for free and hung over for free... Yayy!
Here's the place before the party...
Had loads of G, G, G & T's - yes - triple strength G&T's, binges of red wine with smoked wild boar, deer and bbq'd pork. Theremight also have been salads and coffee, can't recall 
. Must have been scotch as well... Remember a long discussion about single malts and the rifle caliber .303 Enfield... Weird...
Wife led me to hostel. Didn't sleep to well. Had dreams about my magpie - worrying ones - I'll tell you another time...
Anyway... Woke up 10 times in cold sweats - dreams or booze is the question... Crawled out of bed at 9 - showered, shaved but still felt my head crowded with cave men trying to thwack a mammouth into a pulp - and missing... Breakfast was no hit...
Got home, got to sleep, got sober, got well fed - still worried. Fk distance, fk lack of communication.
Tomorrow's another day - visists and a canal boat ride - seems calm and healthy.
... no... not really a phobia but... hate 
. As the night proceeded, the weather got "worse" and after midnight there was a tremendous thunder storm rolling in from the sea... damn hehe... I like the sea and I like thunder storms! Lightning bolts shining bright as day light... massive tunder... impressive!
! And gratifying when you succeed!
