On the Wagon

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.

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