No, not from this months A-Z challenge, nor the title of a best selling book when my parents were young, but …
The joys of stealing stuff when drunk.
Last night, after a trip round the bars of Basle, I arrived back at my hotel having consumed perhaps one more beer than was strictly necessary. As there seemed to be nobody on reception, I shovelled all the chocolate eggs that were on offer in a small bowl into my pocket and grabbed a handful of coffee sachets for this morning.
Having now been up for 20 minutes or so, I think I’ve picked up the last bit of colourful foil that covered the eggs, have washed the sheets so the staff wont think I had a bit of an accident as I slept and have discovered that all the coffee sachets are in fact Decaf!!
I suspect one day I’ll grow up, but its unlikely to be anytime soon.