After squaffing that wine yesterday, I needed a kip. So had a little lie down in Sonny’s bed. Woken by Dorty at 11pm and had one of those moments when you haven’t a clue what day it is, where you are or even who you are. Head was thumping, desperately needed some water and felt really crap. Couldn’t get back to sleep, took a paracetamol at 1am, and eventually dropped off at 3am. Then STBEH rang me at 7.30 this morning. Ignored him, but the damage was done – I was awake. Poxy wine – have decided not to do that again any time soon.