Beach of a Hangover.

The nagging headache kind, luckily not the full on waves of nausea kind. Achieved nothing apart from dropping Sam and Tess at the cinema, devouring a hangover plate of food at the Sandollar with Dave and walking along a balmy but bright beach, promenading hand in hand to Footdee. I've done nothing since. Apart from marvel at the Cradle of Democracy that is Greece, the people that live there and their decision to find another way ahead. Interesting times.