The morning after...

This is all I really saw of Saturday. The Club dinner was brilliant and all of my work came across well and everyone was full of praise. The night as always was a great success and a night of celebration!

This was the first night I'd been out drinking since coming home and therefore my Saturday was resigned to being in bed. Mainly because of the sheer comfort and warmth, not my inability to get out of it.

I think I got into bed at around 5am and only got out of it twice in the space of 12 hours. You can see my new hammock chair on the left and my ever present shopping trolly dead centre.