Oh My Head!

It’s Saturday afternoon and I am in bed watching endless episodes of Friends. The good thing about shows like Friends is that you have seen them all a hundred times so they require little or no concentration. And that is a good thing today. Last night we popped on to our local pub, a really lovely place that does exceptionally good food, for one drink with a plan to get a take away treat on the way home. Take away food is not something that I normally eat but I really fancied that good old British classic – Fish and Chips. That was at 8 pm. Four hours later we were still in the pub and my take away had turned into a bag of crisps and too many bottles of Corona. There was also some singing involved even though it was not karaoke night. When home time came i.e when the bar manager wanted to lock up we were faced with a walk home. It is a relatively short walk of just over a mile  but I had a bit of a wobble on and my shoes felt like they had suddenly grown three sizes and were flatly refusing to stay on my feet, so off they came and I am not entirely sure what happened to them. I also seem to remember at some point jumping on my husbands back with a view to getting a piggy back home but I fell off faster than I jumped on. I really should know better having done that once before and ending up in hospital with a head injury.

Today I feel like I have an army of little men hammering on the inside of my skull, I feel ill, sleep deprived (why do you never sleep well when you have over indulged) and hungry. The worst part is that the husband is cheerfully pottering around down stairs cooking himself a lovely lunch of grilled prawns like he never touched a drop which is slightly irritating as all I can stomach at the moment is mint tea and toast. I have also started muttering the age old sentence that everyone who has ever drunk too much has surely said “I am never drinking again”.

I bought in a load of ingredients the other day to make some tapas tonight, the recipes coming from Jamie Oliver’s new cook book which is great  but I have a sneaking suspicion that it might have to wait until tomorrow but who knows, I my get a second wind later and start to feel a little better.

So the message is kids (and adults), don’t drink too much – it’s not big and it’s not clever.