Urrrrrggggghhhhh
Why do I always seem to wake up on the morning before I go on holiday with the most stonking hangover? Oh, that's because somehow it's always something like last night that creeps up on you when you least exect it to 'go large' – just like Soph's birthday drinks did last night.
An innocent Thursday eve few beers in the Leather Bottle somehow then morphed into a bunch of people back to ours, Nicky dancing on our kitchen table, Jules baiting the dog and general loudness back in our kitchen till… 1am? 2am? I have no idea….
Suffice it to say I missed my personal trainer appointment at 8.30am and god only knows how I just took some Unilever client through a workshop process at 10am with my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth (seemingly also occupied by a badger with evil breath) and the limited contents of my stomach trying to rise up tsunami-style… Ug ug ug. And tonight I will be getting on a plane for a nice overnight flight in economy, oh joy!
Still – a good night! And Happy Birthday to Soph.