commencing countdown, engines on
check ignition and may -
Alas and alack; I fear my liver isn't what it used to be.
That final goblet of wine last night was surely one more than it could cope with - as today's sorry weather bore witness.
But I promise you sunshine and fluffy cloudlets by tomorrow's dawn - or Bacchus shall bear the weight of my displeasure.
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