Sunday morning and all is NOT well

I woke late and then woke later.  Crawled out of my trunkle beddy only to find that the green haze was walking with me. Nonetheless, I had to up and be doing because the girls were leaving on the Kiwi flight and I had to make sure that they left. One week is more than enough for Norfolk to carry Sharyn and Rosemary, and any longer sets in a gravitational tilt so after ensuring that they were on the plane and definately leaving, I dragged my sorry self to the Olive where a life restoring latte picked me up. Off the floor! Not literally of course. I behaved with absolute couth at all times.