Hair of the dog

Last night was funny, messy, brilliant and fabulous fun. We had a simply grand time. Today, with the exception of my bra breaking which was a bit of a surprise, has gone exactly according to expectations.

After a virtually no sleep, up for a bacon sandwich, to work. Got offered a new job on top of my old one, said yes, sorted out a few details, went to the pub for a pie at lunchtime to try to address the stinking hangover, vaguely moved prices of paper around wondering exactly how far out of my comfort zone I was going to be, stood crying outside work with Claire as she left (both of crying, stupid idiots that we are), left work, bought a new bra in Tesco, decided more wine is the only possible solution.