The Day After

Well, it wasn't just one glass of Pimms yesterday was it? Oh no, it was three jugs worth (between four of us) and then a bottle of white wine and then a jug of Pimms & Prosecco (because someone had heard that this was the current trendy thing to do with your Pimms), and then another two bottles of white wine and then two bottles of sparkling wine.

Today was always going to be a recovery day. I had kept the the diary blank for that very purpose, based on my experience of how I felt the next day after last years end of term Pimmsfest. Today I actually I felt better than I ought to have done, but of course there was a hangover. Managed to get up at lunchtime mainly because there was a full cooked breakfast with my name on it waiting downstairs, but then I went back to bed in the afternoon. Tried to sleep but it wouldn't come - I was too hot - think my internal organs were all working overtime, burning themselves out desperately trying to metabolise all the toxins I'd poured into my body last night.

Anyway, stuck my arm out the top of the quilt, phone in hand, to get a photo because this picture defines my day.