I went to two parties last night - my nephew's 18th at an Indian restaurant and a friend's birthday at her house.
I can't remember what time I staggered back and I do mean staggered - two steps forward and one step back.
I was woken this morning by my husband's alarm going off at 7am - he's playing golf - and then his friend coming to collect him and ringing the doorbell, waking up the children.
My head is pounding. No pounding isn't the right word. It feels if I move it too quickly it might actually fall off. That's if I don't hack it off myself with a blunt knife. I swear I'll never drink again.
Until the next time.
Happy Sunday everyone.