Saturday 18th February, 2017                      2115

Talk about after the Lord Mayor’s show!!

Thanks Mum, God did I feel rough when I woke up!!

After blogging in the not so small hours this morning I carried on. I listened to really sad songs which; if you don’t do it when you are feeling maudlin; you really should try. I find it makes me sad at the time and when I wake up it is as if someone came along and sprayed me with anti-sad disinfectant. Works a treat.

And so it came to pass that after 6 beers, a bottle of red and a litre and a half of  jing jo (equivalent to scotch or rum) I tottered (literally) to my bed. I have no idea how long my mind was in turmoil before I dropped off but what I do know is that I never got out of bed until 1500!!!

Now I have been hugely fortunate in never having had what I assume most people call a hangover. Specifically headaches. Besides having a bang on the head I have never actually had one and if I suddenly had one I would be petrified it was a brain haemorrhage or something of that order. No, I just feel icky and hell, was I groggy but there was no point in staying abed because there was no way I could fall back to sleep.

I had a coffee with my medicines and then partook of the best and only cure for the morning after - more alcohol. Within the hour I was feeling normal again and ready to face the world. With fists if necessary!

I decided to eat out, maybe go and get a gar-lee (curry) where I had an “Arab” pizza a couple of nights ago but in the end restored myself so much to last night’s state that I actually decided to cook myself a prawn and cheese omelette and chips and only go out for a replenishment of my drinks cupboard. I really must at some point get a proper omelette pan because I spectacularly failed to turn it into a nice semicircle. Might not look that good but with Linghams on it, it was great. Life, as they say, goes on!

The one thing that did really disappoint me today was when I looked to see what times the 6 Nations matches started tonight. I was really looking forward to three more cracking games to take my mind off everything and really cheer me up. It was only then that I discovered the teams have a weekend off.

Now I don’t begrudge them, they have all played their hearts out every game so far but blow me if the remaining matches for England aren’t ALL on a Sunday night! They will finish at about 0100 and my timetable this term means I have to be up at 0500 Monday morning!  Ever get the feeling I might blot my copybook???