Luckily my nephew Frimpong is not here any more...I don’t dare to imagine how much he would have teased me.

Well, at Elton’s home they serve usually the best champagne. We sang so much. I felt thirsty and...

No excuses, I exaggerated.
At my age I should be more sensible.

I have a terrible headache, so you’ll forgive me if I’m not able to tell you anything more interesting than moaning:

“Aspirin, please, aspirin...”

But I’m also ready to reply to Frimpong’s kind reproaches.
Quoting one of my old dear friends, George Bernard,

“I'm only a beer teetotaller, not a champagne teetotaller.”

Oh, after all, tomorrow is another day....