Innocent? Okay.
I'm reaching the dregs of yesterday's bottle of Tullamore, of which there was maybe a third left over this morning, having been sensibly replaced by cocoa and water as my drink of choice at some point last night.
I've eaten well and healthily today, although I almost poured an entire pan full of tomato and three bean soup on to a plate, instead of the bowl I'd placed beside it. So I don't feel the slightest bit pissed; just have a nice glow going on.
The terror of a mid-afternoon Sunday supermarket beckons. Shall I buy more whiskey, or switch to beer?