Pink evil

Yesterday I had the usual Monday rosé effect. Woke up at 3.30am, twitchy and anxious and couldn't get back to bastard sleep.
When will I learn that the pink stuff is the drink of Beelzebub? Lordy.
Yesterday involved some beach action and some inflatable fun behind a boat. Also rosé.
Then sundowners in full sandy beach attire and then some more rosé. Did I mention we had some rosé?

I love Sundays, and this kind of behaviour always seems a good idea at the time, but it truly is a terrible way to start a working week.

I should come good by Wednesday.