But you now know lots of anachronistic British idioms about drinking, for which I feel responsible and I'm sorry.
How did we get here again?
The connection was lost. Trying to connect again.
Time to fire up the account again - but I'm still not taking anything seriously, especially with <waves hands> everything everywhere, all the time.
Retired vet surgeon, now mainly landscaping and travelling in a van. Climbing, making shonky things, rediscovering writing as a way to get not even close to paying the bills.
I am here for you, provided your thing isn't being persecutory. If you've found yourself, or if you're still on the journey, I'm all ears and support.
But you now know lots of anachronistic British idioms about drinking, for which I feel responsible and I'm sorry.
How did we get here again?
It basically means that it's socially acceptable to be three sheets to the wind*
(*: I realise this may not help either, being from the same adage** drawer)
(**: probably not technically an adage)
If it helps, dilly, the sun has crossed the yardarm in Europe.