There will be no witticisms dolled out today from me, that can wait twenty four hours. Today I am a broken man. I avoided the daylight walk of shame, but only just. I staggered home to the sound of birds, and missed the ride of the year, methinks.
Mikeal (He who holds himself) and Doris bore witness to my shambolic state this morning, before they set off for their ride. I'm just damn glad they didn't have a camera on them. Although I'm certain that my crapulous stench will be embedded in their memories.
Tomorrow I shall reveal all.
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