Sign of a Good Night
After crawling out of bed this morning, prising the eyes open with matchsticks and putting all of the empties into a bucket ready for the rubbish, it occurred to me what a good night we just had with our new french neighbours.
They speak only French and about 20 words of Spanish. We speak German, English and a poor level of Spanish.
The evening began with very low level conversation due to the language barrier.
The evening ended with great conversation, nostalgic music of ELO, Supertramp, Dr. Hook (my favourite) etc.
And do you know why the communication improved so much during the evening?
Well, it is in the waste bucket this morning.
An empty bottle of Champagne, three empty bottles of red, and a drained bottle of Scotch, not to mention a half empty bottle of Kentucky Bourbon 🙂
Please don’t be offended if I don’t reply to any comments for a while.
FOE, where have you hidden the paracetamol?