barrels and IVs
The morning after-- the view from our room.
Despite the copious amounts of alcohol last night, I woke up chipper-- and couldn't wait to get out of bed. Which, quite honestly, is saying a lot-- well, since it usually takes barrels of coffee (if the required IVs of it aren't at my disposal) for me to even make a conscious effort to recognize my very existence.But this morning, I woke up refreshed at some ungodly hour. I got dressed, while Paul stayed in bed, grabbed the car keys and drove out for a coffee and a muffin and then sat outside on the patio watching the view. Until Paul was up, however, at which point I went in and watched Coronation Street.
