The breathalising moment of truth
Well, it was a rough morning. The munchkin, having no knowledge of her parental units’ hyjinks the night before, called for her breakfast a leeeetle before 8am. Having finally put head to mattress at 4am, it was a very bleary blogger who came downstairs with the delighted munchkin this morning.
At some point I recalled that I should check myself on the breathaliser. Figuring I should give it at least 8 hours (what I figure most normal people would get to sleep after a night out – the lucky bastards), I pulled the device out around 11am and blew away. . .
Now you tell me – that looks pretty golden yellow to me – meaning I’m free and clear. I have to say that I certainly wouldn’t be entertaining any thoughts of operating any heavy machinery in my current state.
The crystals are kind of green to begin with, as evidenced by the before/after pics there.
I dunno folks – I say save your €4 – the alchoholtester.ie breathaliser seems to be pretty useless. How disappointing.
Now . . . where did I put that asprin . . .