Hangover

After last night's exploits, I didn't manage to get out of bed until 11. Bang goes a half day of my holidays then. I can think of all sorts of excuses, but it boils down to just getting old. Gone are the days of mid-week blow-outs and being able to still get work done while hungover. At least I have understanding colleagues still.

So after a morning in bed and a slow afternoon at work, of course I headed back out to the front line for Wednesday Booze with esme, rxs et al. Why? All for the banter I suppose, cos I certainly didn't need more booze, despite imbibing in a few nonetheless. A long slow stew this time, getting back home about 1030.