My New Year was generally quiet. Mrs Vernon and I saw in the New Year at some friends. It was fairly pedestrian and I stayed sober as I was driving. Mrs Vernon went to bed and I settled down to fettling my Wordpress Plog hosted on my Raspberry Pi.
At half past two I heard a front door key repeated fail to hit the target and I opened the door expecting to see my son and his girlfriend but found only his girlfriend. She'd come home early because she'd decided that she'd had enough to drink and left him finishing his shift at a local bar.
She came in and stood swaying, glassy eyed, in the livingroom and recounted how her evening had gone and how she wasn't feeling well. I recovered a bowl for stomach evacuation services only to hear a crash as she fell against some glass shelves in a window recess on the staircase. She was standing frozen by fear that she had broken something and didn't want to waken Mrs Vernon by further crashes or face her wrath later in the morning. She completed her journey to her bedroom being carried over my shoulder.
Two minutes later she came down for water giggling and asking me not to make observations about her pyjamas being inside out - they were and I did, before making her way back to bed.
Son turned up half an hour later laughed at the retelling of his girlfriends arrival and antics and waited for another half hour to make sure that she was asleep before retiring to bed himself.
After an hour or so of cursing and swearing at a poorly documented instructions for Wordpress installation on a Raspberry Pi, I finally triumphed and had an installation that worked as it should and I toasted my victory with a nip of The Glenlivet Founder's Reserve before retiring to be myself.
And, just because I can, I'm having another nip now.
Slàinte
