Dirty hangover.

Solved with a greasy pizza at half 11 the following evening.

There isn't too much to write about today...as I am still in my pyjamas.

My brother Tim popped in and bought me lunch though which always brings a bit of happiness when you're sat with a headache that makes you feel as if your brain is going to pop out of your eyeballs. Waitrose chocolate muffins are yummy.