Zoë Bowyer

When I was young I went through a period of not having the energy to get out of bed in the morning (I think it was some time in my first or second year of secondary school). In order to make the mornings more bearable I went to bed dressed in my school uniform, ready for school in the morning.

On Saturday, I went to D’s work Christmas do. I drank lots of wine and eventually got to bed sometime in the early hours of Sunday morning. I can’t actually recall going to bed, so it came as quite a shock to me when I woke at 9.00am to find myself fully-dressed, including coat, and in bed. See, old habits! Anyhow, I went to the toilet, considered vomiting, went downstairs for water, spilt water all over the floor and then went back to bed, with my clothes still on. D was lying in bed beside me, fully-dressed, and his woolly hat was lying on his pillow. He went to bed with his hat on! And I thought I was bad!

Well, I have learnt my lesson, once more, so no need to tell me off folks. I drank lots of water but unfortunately no amount of water could counteract the amount of wine I drank.