The morning after, the night before,...

Public holiday working is never easy to gauge. It's either the big Q, a word that cannot be mentioned for fear of tempting fate, or mad and as busy as hell. Fortunately for myself Hogmany was busy, which meant New Years morning consisted of constant obs on those worse for wear. My colleague and I were well taken care of by our friends in the NHS who ensured our 5 hour wait was made a little easier on a fuller tummy