Are we all going to try making dandelion mead?

Making Dandelion Mead (Metheglin) - Part 1.

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Making Dandelion Mead (Metheglin).

I may have originally misread that as, "Making Dandelion Meth."

I've had to knock off the gin on account of being at my parents' house.

It's not that drinking is forbidden here, it would just be a bit strange if I got drunk, they might wonder why I had done so.

It's my weekly drink-free day.

The afternoon always seems very long.

But only 14 hours till I get my victory breakfast (which doesn't include alcohol, in case you were wondering).

I shouldn't make a fuss though. If I can't do 1 day off per week without complaining, I probably shouldn't be drinking at all.

I have two days off a week now

Indeed I've just completed such a stint. I was going to have early drinks today, but I've nobly promised to give my mum a lift to the garage to pick up her car. I hope she understands the extent of the sacrifice.

And you take along some gin a thermos and have her drive you back.

Now that's a jolly good idea.

Except that that would leave one car still at the garage.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolf,_goat_and_cabbage_problem

She could tow you?

Yeah, if I'm on the NHOTW at this time of night, it can only mean one thing

In my defence, I would point out that I've heard people across the corridor noisily going out in a way that implies they'll come back even more noisily, drunk, at midnight. And likewise the people upstairs.

Oh, and

Also

Sadly I was exactly right. They did indeed come back at midnight, and have only just quietened down, despite me passive-aggressively saying 'Keep it down, b*tches' at increasingly louder volume and increasingly shorter intervals.

I'm cancelling tonight's (Saturday's) alcofest because I suspect Friday was just the rehearsal, and Saturday will be the main (presumably wedding) performance. I'm not going to drink if I can't enjoy it, and sleep it off, in peace.

The ironic thing is that one of the main reasons I'm still living in hotels is that I didn't want to settle and find myself stuck next to selfish neighbours week after week again. And yet sometimes now it seems like I'm stuck next to the same selfish noisy wedding party week after week, just in different towns and composed of different drunks.

I don't mean to be glib about your plight, Countess, but what you describe has the ring of the plot for an acclaimed, darkly comic television series.

BBC2 or C4.

In all honesty I think you should write it.

Thank goodness I abstained last night, cos an even worse guest moved into the upstairs room, and they came in at 1am and were stamping about as if they had no concept of being upstairs at all. And they seemed to keep dropping some heavy object.

I had my phone ready to call reception if they did it one more time, but they didn't.

I'm not coming back to this hotel again.

The last time I was in a hotel in that there London, the person in the room above kept dropping a heavy object.

I wonder if it was the same person?

Did they immediately fall asleep and start snoring, like Mr/Ms/Mx Vermin last night?

At 4am the snoring suddenly stopped and they made the crash again, and I reflexively yelled 'F**k's sake!' and they went very, very quiet.

I was not only wise to abstain last night in case the drunks started up again - they didn't, they'd obviously left - but very lucky, because Drunk Fangirl would not have coped as well with Mx Vermin as sleepy Night Off Fangirl did.