My brother imbibed a little too much of his homebrew beer last night (allegedly, about 3 and a half pints, which is quite a lot when you're 5'3" and 15 years old).
He fell over lots. And was sick. Although that could also have been the 9 Jaffa Cakes and the pizza. (Having said that, I had a large risotto and 15 Jaffa Cakes and was fine.
I made him drink lots of water, followed by black coffe, which seemed to revive him somewhat (he could then stand upright unaided).
He's actually quite cute when he's drunk - much less of the aggressive, much more of the giving me the remote and the offering hugs. Maybe I should encourage him to sample his homebrew more often :)
I finally got round to bringing the washing in off the line at...um...2:30am. Silly Eni.
Surprise phone call from Avvie at lunchtime yesterday was a delightful surprise. Yay!