Hangin'

Man, that strawberry cider takes a long time to clear your system. Today has been a combination of pounding temples, unsettled stomach, and unexpected and unwanted waves of dizziness. I’ve eaten very little, achieved even less work, and probably gone down in the estimation of my employees. Or maybe they think I’m a hero, who knows? But it must have been obvious to everyone that my malaise was self-inflicted. I can spot a hangover in a work colleague within minutes of them showing up for their shift, so I’m sure it works the other way round as well. I imagine every single person who ventured into the garage today must have realised I was suffering the after-effects of an alcohol-heavy Sunday.

It felt like one of the longest days of my life.

But I’m home now, so I’m going to have some paracetamol and a jacket potato, and take myself to bed.

RC 10-6-19