Well, it’s Christmas time and the girls are going out partying tonight. Leaving poor old me in on my own, with the cat. Fat lot of company he is.
Oh says Suze as she’s making herself up, you can have that bottle of wine I got from one of our suppliers this morning.
Guess who’s running Busty and Suze to the restaurant and bringing them home again?
Got it in one.
So I’ll be at home, alone, sober. Nice.