I used to pretend that I liked January. Actually, I don't. It's a bleak, miserable, Cromwellian month, enlivened by never-ending grey skies and not much to look forward to, apart from bills and the promise of February- which says it all.
So why this sudden trend to go on the wagon over January? Under some strange influence we both fell for this, until about three days ago, when poor Mrs Aitch staggered back from the Blacking Factory, dead-tired and chilled to the bone by the London damp, to find me brandishing a huge gin.
I have no regrets. Life is too short. Recently, I've been reading all sorts of books on Churchill for my recent posts on my sister blog on the antiques website. Which brings to mind a Churchillian quote:
My rule of life prescribed as an absolutely sacred rite smoking cigars and also the drinking of alcohol before, after and if need be during all meals and in the intervals between them.
Not that I want to end up like another hero, Orson Welles. But I couldn't resist posting that infamous out-take: "There is a Californian Champagne by Paul Masson..." I like the pretty poker face girl on the left, trying not to laugh.
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