Sloshed in France

When I was driving home from work at yesterday I happened across a couple of drunkards on the road heading towards my house.
I recognised my husband and friend Keith meandering zig zaggy stylee along said road.
It transpired that they had been 'helping' our neighbours re-stock their lake with fish and afterwards had partaken of 'refreshment' to be social. This kicked off an afternoon of excess which made work this morning a rather unpleasant experience.

I didn't notice that Tam wasn't present yesterday afternoon but became concerned when he didn't appear last night as that isn't normal for him. I eventually found him in the early hours of this morning looking like he had had a severe pasting. He has definately had a trauma of some sort and his nose looks rather odd. I will be taking him to the vet as soon as it opens to get him looked at. It's an expense we could do without but I have got rather attached to the little fella.