Chicken soup for the witless

Today I learned something I already knew. (And that was possibly the smartest thing I did.) I am not a hair-of-the-dog type person. My recovery from Carl's 40th was going okay until the lunchtime bottle was opened. From then on my head has been complaining.

Fortunately my pre-party self was smarter and had purchased vast quantities of chicken, potatoes, etc for lunch. Enough to provide lunch and to become soup for dinner.

Time to improve my sleep averages with an early night.

Lesley x