We have reached the "wet wipes being used as currency" day of the festival. I've run out of breakfast beer so I've scrounged one of The Coven's ciders. I dislike cider.
In retrospect, 3 cans of cider for breakfast may not have been a good idea.
Correction: 4 cans. I have found cromulent substance now.
I have the number of a good divorce solicitor.