The final part in the trilogy. Ok - this one's not so long as it basically covers what we did on the morning of the hangover. Still - it's worth the read I guess as I don't get paid for this and page views are my only reward for all of this hard slog. Oh, and it helps with my plan for global domination and all that stuff.

So - what did we do when we awoke from our cave?

The Boot Inn

 The Boot Inn is a black & white 16th century village Inn, incorporating a lounge bar with dining area and a separate 32 cover restaurant.  There are extensive gardens with mature shrubs and trees including Ash, Willow & Yew, also a separate children's area with wendy house & swings.  It's situated in beautiful countryside on the Herefordshire/Shropshire border close to the historic market towns of Ludlow & Leominster. Large Inglenook fireplace and original oak beams add character to the pub and it was awarded a main entry in the Good Pub Guide with fresh home cooked food and traditional local ales served.

Why were we here though? Well, Dee helps out here from time to time from what I can gather and we needed a morning pick me up.

Barmaid Bint 

Having spent all night being told why all my pictures of Dee weren't appropriate for one reason or another, I think she may appreciate some of these. With a hangover and a mouth as dry as Ghandi's Flip-Flop, Zane and I both ordered a pint of Coke each and supped them down. 

In the A.M. 

It was about ten to twelve when we arrived here The place was pretty empty so we had plenty of scope to amuse ourselves without getting told off. Sam also joined us for our trip to the pub but I don't actually remember her ordering anything. Strange.

Cracking Up 

During our pint of coke, Dee had poured herself about 20 shots of absynthe and had gulped them down before we'd even finished. This of course led to hysteria of the highest order and she couldn't stop laughing at my crap jokes.

I took her to one side and explained that being pissed at the start of your shift is no way to act in such a public establishment of such history and reputation. She confessed she was depressed and that drink was the only way out. I then went on to explain that you can't find answers in the bottom of a bottle. Unless of course Albert Einstein was on a flight which crash landed and he was stuck on a remote desert island and had to send a message of answers to somebody.

Anyway - it's all lies and I'm just filling blank gaps up as it happens. Apart from the drinking and alcoholism and depression.

Taking measurements

I took out an implement from the fireplace and attempted to measure Zane's inside leg. It's bigger than I expected which would explain a lot of things.

Anyway - we had to leave as Zane not only had to drop Sam off, he also had to drop me off then himself back in Surrey.

Goodbye Stranger 

As the sun set and the birds whistled their going to sleep birdsong, we said goodbye to Dee.  Hang on - it was about two in the afternoon. Ok - so the birds weren't whistling and the sun was still out, but we had to leave.

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Dee and Ben for a wicked weekend. Zane for all the driving and buying me a £15 cigar on Friday night. Dee's mates for posing for random photographs and to Tamsin and Nikki for not turning up and allowing me to eat my own weight, the weight of a car and probably the entire content of Asda's freezer section in Burgers, Chickens and Pigs.

I guess we'll all meet up soon enough and re-live some more boozing habits together.

Fin.