Feel horrible today. I didn't feel too bad when I woke up, but I've got progressively worse over the day. Feel very woozy indeed. This has nothing to with getting pissed yesterday. It's genuine illness. bluhhhhhhhhhhhh.
We had a birthday celebration yesterday, for Sam, my aunt Sandy's hubby. He's 70 in a few days' time. sprung it on him as a surprise, and got as many of our relatives as was possible to come: My mum and sister, alastair and carole, ann and roger, steve, dan and niamh, alison and john, and even margot and adrian from darkest essex. Much wine was drunk. When we got back home at about 9.00 last night, I immediately fell into a deep sleep on the sofa, and stayed there till 1.30, the second time I've done that this week.