It’s nearly noon but I haven’t seen any signs that anybody is up yet. I’ve looked in on Guy – still fast asleep, breathing normally – opened the dishwasher and unlocked the front door. All the cars are where they were last night.It’s dry for now, though the garden is damp and the skies to the west, where the weather is coming from, as usual, look dark and heavy with more rain.Earlier, I took our old combi VHS player up to my room from the lounge to take a look at it. An internal fuse had blown; I fixed it in ten minutes and by far the longest part of that time was taken up with removing and then refitting the case. I put the player under the telly, checked it worked and disconnected Paul’s machine.I feel a bit hung-over, though not badly. I drank a lot less than everybody else last night, but then I’m not used to drinking very much in the first place. I probably had the same amount of cocaine as the rest, and about half as much of the bong. Dad says it helps to be young, too; you can grossly mistreat your body long into the night and still wake up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed the next morning in a way that just isn’t possible once age has started to take its toll.
