Dear me, I’m not tired tonight, but I am totally smashed. It started with the champagne – only a couple of glasses but it goes straight to the head. It’s the bubbles, darlings. I moved on to white wine of the still variety afterwards.
However, the good news is that the Sage kissed me before – the bad news – he went out.
He went out. Yes. Hm.
He’ll be back.
Blimey, I am smashed, aren’t I.
I would, by the way, like to conduct a poll on how many say ‘aren’t I’ and who says ‘amn’t I’. Any takers?