That’s what we did in those days. We just didn’t care. And were stupid. My sister-in-law brings me home as I was unconscious, this generation didn’t invent binge-drinking, we did. My mother greets this with triumph. 'I won’t wake her', she tells my sister-in-law. She doesn’t want me to marry him. My sister-in-law disagrees vehemently with this plan. There is a stand-off. And says she’ll come round and wake me herself.
