Mrs Downs Diary, December 8
I think I slightly overdosed on the sloe gin yesterday. This is not confessions of an alcofrolic, although with my recent recipes for bramble whisky and sloe gin, it might be beginning to sound like it.
At the shoot dinner I was very restrained. But my friends have long memories. If I was offered one sloe gin I was offered a dozen. Despite my very open attempts to stick to lemonade (I was driving) the rotters tried to tempt me all evening.
So it was with a slightly woozy head that I greeted both my grandchildren the next day at the crack of dawn. They are no respecters of age or the clock. Trying to summon up the energy to read The Hungry Caterpillar or Bad Tempered Ladybird is difficult when your eyes are still glued together.
Mrs Down's Diary appears every week in the WSG. To read the full version of this article, see December 8 issue.