Home for an hour

Drove back from Bicester, ran in the house for tickets, camping box and went off to the folk festival. After setting up for the night and drinking more wine than I should, DD rang me… and laughed at how ‘smashed’ I was , lack of practice is my excuse.
I drank lots of water in the night, got up at least 4 times for the loo, vowed not to do it again, again.