It didn’t actually stop me. My manic stare convinced my new friend Lou to come for a beer with me at Uisge Beatha, and then after a few, cheered up and a big smile on my face, I wandered on down to our local Bourbon bar where I spent the rest of the evening working my way from the bottom shelf up. I was rescued by a very kind gentleman who made sure I got home safely and I’ve spent most of the day today regretting my decision to have that ‘last one for the road’.

Nevermind. I’ve read my way through the first three of Janet Evanovich’s novels over the last couple of days which are thoroughly entertaining, and now it’s time to pull this apartment into some kind of stately order for the holiday weekend coming up…