Zoë Bowyer

Yesterday was spent curled on the sofa with a movie, roast chicken and potatoes, and an ever-so-sorry-for-myself feeling. The food was medicine for my hungover-ness. D wasn’t much better either. The most complicated activities I managed in the whole day were peeling potatoes and going to the shop for a pre-cooked chicken. Such a waste of a day.

I don’t really regret it. It is important to remind oneself that beer, vodka and JD do not go well together. Especially when in company. From memory I was reasonably well-behaved, but sadly I don’t remember everything!

All this would be fine if it weren’t for it being D’s birthday next Saturday. The thought of repeating the drunken experience so soon is worrying.