So today I woke up with the mother of all hangovers. I really don’t know why either. Did, I admit, have several too many glasses of wine last night, but that isn’t exactly unusual for me. I’m going to blame the dog, which seems only fair. You see, I was woken up by Abigail, our Yorkshire Terrier, at about 4.45am this morning. So that just wasn’t funny, especially when she sat on my head and stuck her tongue in my ear. I did doze for a while afterwards, but it wasn’t really happening for me on the sleep front.
So I sort of sat around on the sofa this morning – went and cooked some sausages on the barbecue, but it didn’t really make me feel any better, which is definitely a bad sign….
I think for about one very brief second thought about doing the bleep test, but my head is banging so badly that I can’t even walk without pain, let alone contemplate running relentlessly between two bollards until I pass out. The thought is therefore dismissed from my mind as quickly as it enters it.
I sign onto a site called travbuddy.com, which looks great, and advertise for a travel buddy for February in Tanzania. Fingers crossed on that one.
I resolve to drink substantially less red wine this evening and to do this bleeping bleep test tomorrow instead…….