Ugh. Late post today. I’ve finally got rid of my 48 hour hangover. What a waste of a weekend. It started on Friday with an innocent glass of Tesco Hungarian white wine that my brother had brought over earlier in the week. I should have known. Before I’d emptied the first glass I had the beginnings of a headache. Despite only drinking a couple of glasses I was rubbish on Saturday. Too bad. I had arranged to go out to watch the football. So I took some painkillers and got on with it. A couple of gentle pints of proper beer put an end to the white wine headache, but left me way too tired. The rest of the day I was in bed. Then it all started over again today. Slept really badly, and woke up feeling sick, with a dull headache which has only just gone.
Never, ever drink white wine again. Ever.
I’m far too old for this to be fun any more. I like to drink, but I can’t remember the last time I had a hangover. And I’ll be quite happy if I never have another one. Note to self: never, ever drink white wine again. Ever ever ever. And think twice about draft beer too.
Song of the day
More of the wonderful Joan Armatrading – today’s tune is Me, Myself, I.