OK - next morning now - sober.
Came home yesterday because of bad weather on site.
Last night doing the butchering of the venison, the innards were really ripe
and the smell awful, so we had a glass or two of sherry to try and dampen
our nostrils to it. It just got out of hand as we sang snatches from Gilbert
& Sullivan...never mind - lots of free food now and the morphine a memory (I
hope) no trembling or not as much anyway. Yeehaaah! Over to Kirk later today
and I'll climb onto the consoles and make pleasant noise.