It had something to do with the decadence of drinking Louis Latour Meursault in vast quantities whilst nibbling on the best soft cheeses from Normandie. It had something to do with meeting up with close family for the first time in at least a month. Whatever, the result is the same: one big slamming headache.
Now we all know that a hangover nursed on your own is a torture. I employ various strategies ranging from bacon to berocca, however, on your own some how you can make it through.... you just feel sorry for yourself and around about 5pm the world starts to look better again...
Not so with children. LP woke up at 5am this morning: he on one sofa in a sleeping bag, me on the other one dry mouthed and fuzzy. Naturally, LP normally sleeps like a sloth and we have to wake him up but no today, of all days, he wakes up at 5am asking me, "Why have you got stinky wine breath daddy??"
Thanks buddy.
God almighty ... that's one hell of hangover - it's been 5 months since the last update, you must have really drunk alot if you still can't type!
Posted by: Mr Paul Johnson | October 03, 2008 at 06:24 PM
I had a similar problem on sunday. told my child I would be sick if she keeps jumping on my stomach as I collapsed on the sofa at 5pm. and that is only after 2 glasses of wine. how sad am I?
Posted by: scaryazeri | March 23, 2009 at 07:55 PM