Doesn't brown bile taste awful?

I’ve been as sick as a pig today. Philippa came over for a meal last night and we played Scrabble and Ludo until late, and I didn’t realise how much wine I was having. I passed out on the sofa, then threw up on the carpet, then fell asleep in the bath. Not one of my finest evenings. Most of today was spent praying for death, sipping cold water or trying to clean the carpet without vomiting again.
I had to cancel Sunday lunch with Ted and Beryl, and spend lots of time apologising to Philippa and promising to ‘make it up to her soon’ like some awful abusive husband. Mmm there’s a thought - me as Philippa’s husband…. No, stop it, I’m too weak and tired to be thinking like that. I’m going to eat some dry toast and then crawl into the bed that I couldn’t find last night in my stupor.

RC 13-3-11