I’M NEVER DRINKING AGAIN….

I blame it all on Tango Martini. Whose stupid idea was it to go there in the first place?

Got home about 2am on Saturday night / Sunday morning.

Got up at 9
Went back to bed at 10
Got up at 12
Went back to bed at 4
Got up at 5
Went back to bed at 9.30

Not good.

Perhaps Billy Connolly was right when he said he had decided to give up drinking when he realized he was no longer any good at it.

Mrs C – sorry to have dumped you with 2 small children and 2 dogs for pretty much the entire day.

And sorry to have cancelled the credit card only to then find it in my trouser pocket.

And no I don’t know why I decided to sleep in the spare room while still wearing my trousers.