Last night we had our Cheese and Wine "do" down at the village hall. It was to raise funds for our Wind Farm protest group. I was on the door, taking the entrance money. We had about 50 people come, which was more than I was expecting, but still very disappointing really, but we raised I guess somewhere in the region of £300 towards the cause, with the raffle being the highlight of the night. There was a massive spread of food, and lots got left sadly, most of which I brought home to give to the birds, I don't think I'm going to be able to use it all before it goes off though. Depends how much birds like sausage rolls, cold pizza, ham sandwiches and scotch eggs really. I've also got about 30 bags of crisps and a huge bag of twiglets which went untouched, which was my contribution, still they will keep till the next thing hopefully, I don't think I'll be tempted to eat the crisps, but the twiglets are opened so will have to dispose of those I suppose. Good job it wasn't a cake party, else I would be putting on another two stone, sod the birds!
I enjoyed it mostly, although as I didn't really socialise a lot until it was obvious that nobody else was coming, I felt a bit out of it, and slightly bored and would gladly have come home at 9 oclock! But I had to stick around until the end to help with the clearing up, at least it was something to do and I felt useful. Got home about 11 oclock, dirty stop-out. First time I've had to get the car in the garage in the dark, but managed without scraping the side along the wall, which is something I often do in daylight.
Anyway, the title of this post. Well I don't drink, but at the same time, sitting around and scoffing cheese and biscuits etc. and attempting to be social means having some kind of liquid, just to look the part, so I actually had during the course of the evening, three cups of coffee and two small glasses of coke. Result? I had to get up three sodding times in the night to go to the loo. So now I feel absolutely wrecked. That's why I don't go out. What a nightmare. It was always the same. When I used to go and drink lager - for every half pint I had, used to have to wee twice. So during the course of a night, say 4 or 5 halves, you work it out. Just not worth the aggro.