A nice wedding at a country hotel on Sunday afternoon, with the added incentive of a nice room to let me sleep it all off. Lovely.
Unfortunately, I had thought the wedding was on a Saturday, so phoned my boss at 8pm after 7 hours of drinking to get the Monday booked off (oh he was so very impressed with that this morning) - That vaguely and slurringly accomplished, I really let myself go a little bit tonto
Champagne, wine, whiskey and Grolsch. A combination which absolutely ruined me. I was last seen saying I was off for a wander, and woke up in my room feeling like somebody had been let loose in my head with a jackhammer. Got home and went back to bed. Now, it's now Tuesday afternoon, and I've only just shaken the worst of it. I'm really going to have to have a few weeks off. |