Recovery Position.

As predicted, we awoke this morning to the mother of all hangovers. The only saving grace was that Mrs Seal was in a worse state, at one point she could be seen praying to the porcelain.

After ten minutes trying to pull ourselves together, we remembered that the kids needed to be picked up from Mum and Dad's. Rang them straight away to see if I could buy a bit more time to get the head in order. Thankfully they made the most fantastic gesture possible at that precise moment by offering to entertain the little uns until teatime.

After a quick dash to the village shop for a bit of sustenance, Mrs Seal headed back to bed whilst I adopted the recovery position on the sofa.