fridge 08.10.11

oh dear, this morning was a bit painful. I was at a friend's 40th last night and seemed to think that I was 21 again and that scoffing down an obscene amount of vodka was nothing to be afraid of. How wrong I was. I woke up feeling pretty retched, a feeling which wasn't improved by realising that I had about 20 minutes to get to the post office depot to pick up my parcel which was due to be returned to sender at any moment.

Having made it to the post office in time, I discovered a large queue in a tiny space which almost produced a panic attack as i could only imagine that i was reeking of booze and a general/unwashed state kind of smell. That was probably the only thing that I had in common with 21 year olds.

I stumbled up the road with my parcel feeling quite proud of myself and reached into to the fridge to see....Irn Bru and a pot of soup which is about as good ad a hangover gets.