The
festivities surrounding my father-in-law’s 90th birthday brought home to me once
again how much I am an apéritif sort of person. That is, I shine quite brightly
for an hour or so. “Scintillating” and “sensational” are words that have been used
to describe my conversation over this period, although I could not possibly comment
myself.
Unfortunately,
when the time comes to sit down for the meal itself, I have just about shot my bolt.
As the meal wears goes on, I become more and more exhausted even as my father-in-law,
vampire-like, gains in vivacity.
I
think it must be this characteristic that explains not only why I would never be
a success in the diplomatic service but also why these blog posts are so short.
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