Seven bottles of wine on the floor…

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It was a great way to end what was, without a doubt, the best two weeks’ annual leave I’ve ever taken. 
 
On Monday, the Bank Holiday I almost forgot, I met three of my longest serving friends for lunch. At 1pm we met and ordered various combinations of breakfast, lunch and brunch, depending on how long it was since we’d left the bed. Though oddly, the one who was up most recently ordered a burger. I decided on brunch as you’re allowed, if not obliged, to have a drink with it.

Some confusion over the drinks order resulted in a very welcome glass of prosecco followed by a bottle of red wine. The bottle was swallowed in no time and dessert and coffees quickly stepped in to fill the void. We decided to go back to my place for another bottle of wine, stopping in Superquinn to buy some crisps, cheese and goodies for later on, just in case. 

We arrived and the crisps and jellies were immediately opened as was a bottle of wine, which was poured out into three glasses. Pellegrino in a fourth glass, for the driver, who had pre-holiday visits to make so couldn’t stay to watch the gluttony.

Us three that remained sat, bravely and Irishly, in the garden watching the clouds appear in front of the sun, threatening but not delivering a need to move inside. Bottle after bottle was opened, himself joined us from work and another bottle joined the pile. 

The month that preceded this day had been just brilliant. A birthday being spoiled; a champagne picnic in the Botanic gardens, some nostalgia and a dinner in my favourite restaurant. Amazing presents - art, DVDs, books, bubbles, perfume, jewellery - amazed at the generosity of my friends. The best birthday party ever, topping even my 30th and definitely my 31st. Then a holiday in parts; Lisbon with my boy for a week that felt longer, some time at home and a mini break to Navan.

First time ever I didn't mind, too much, going back to work but still thinking of my next break!


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  1. AnonymousAugust 10, 2011 at 11:59 PM

    Loved this Shiny - sounds like you had the holiday I'd like to have. Ah well, can always dream

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