Our morning was spent with My Beloved at the computer and myself at the gym, the torture never ends, for a man on the sick My Beloved is doing as much now as ever, I don't quite get it, the only up side is none of it is manual.
Later afternoon we decided to take a walk, we left the apartment and headed up the road, we didn't really have a plan, and decided that we would walk past Mandarin and pass on the iced coffee's and cappuccino, we decided to head to HaBank, bad move, having not eaten since breakfast, although I had fed My Beloved just to keep his strength up, we arrived and found a table and decided on wine, two bottles later and still no food, we were joined by the guys, food was ordered and so was another bottle of vino collapso, our evening passed in a blur, as did the walk home, why is it when you drink you get memory loss, is it some chemical reaction initiated by alcohol I wonder, or maybe its just better that some things are forgotten.......
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