I've just got out of bed

Yes I had a lovely birthday and yes, I had a bad hangover.
I spent my birthday morning having a lovely stroll in the country. It still amazes me that I can walk more than 100 yards without sweating like a walrus and fighting for breath. Memories of years spent as an 18-stone warthog I guess.
We went out for lunch and then went to the cinema. The ‘Avatar’ experience was fine, even if Hannah wouldn’t stump up the extra five quid to see it in 3D. She didn’t even like my joke that 3D was her first bra size, miserable bitch.
Last night we drank lots of wine and had a good chat while playing some bash-em-up game or other on the Wii. This morning I felt closer to her than I ever have. I also felt like someone had used an industrial sander on the inside of my head and replaced my tongue with a bath sponge, but there we are. The joys of the morning after, I suppose…

RC 21-1-10