Post Party Depression

My parents have been and gone and the "post party depression" is almost gone bar a sniffle, blockage of the left nostril and withdrawals from "lunchtime drinks".
You know, there is nothing like tipple over a lunch on a cold, miserable day whilst ever so comfortable in a warm British pub chatting endlessly with no goal other than to keep warm by drinking more and staying put. As I am writing this I am actually thinking, I also think there is nothing like a lunch time bevy on a hot sweltering summer's day, straight off the beach, slightly sun kissed and sipping on a Savannah with the homely smell of a wood braai being lit up and wafting through the air creating a mirage of just pure South African heaven.... what sheer bliss... basically I just love a midday bevy and to think I wonder why I cannot shift the weight???!!!
Those glorious moments of reckless abandon, having no concept of time and spending your hours surrounded by those who think the sun shines out of your bum (as opposed to Black Mamba who thinks my lift does not quite go to the top floor) is just what life should be all about. The apple does not fall far from the tree... there was no sightseeing, no big missions into the city and no major tourist attractions (enough to make me suicidal), just the folks wanting to talk to me and take in the atmosphere of the British!!
They also got to properly meet and bond with the boyfriend. For once, my father had a playmate whilst my mother and I picked up a few essential items from the shops.
My highlight of the entire trip was the four of us, Dad, Mom, boyfriend and me, pulling into a local pub in Putney. We found a little corner, got comfortable and set in for lunch, well lunch turned into an 8 hour affair with my mom and I even having to pop out for a 30 minute walk to ensure we did not cross over to the dark side, a common side effect of a grape overdose! On our return the boys were still where we left then except a bottle of red down and onto the next and speaking a very interesting dialect of apparently the English language!

You see sometimes it is worth jumping of the wagon and jumping off it with enthusiasm!
Today being a boring Monday.... no silliness, no shopping, no pub lunch and no lunchtime drinks which can only mean one thing...... NO FUN!!