Yesterday I did my volunteer stuff straigh after work, then nipped home to quickly feed and change, before heading to a friends for a few drinks. It was a really good evening, we polished off a bottle of wine each and then some and gossiped whilst the lads played on the PS3.

We walked home which I think helped and fell into bed at half past midnight. i think I went out like a lamp. Woke a couple times in the night and drank half a pint of water each time, but in the morning, sadly, I had a fuzzy head. It didn't seem bad first thing, but I refrained from taking painkillers for something so minor. It wasn't til we got into town that my stomach started to churn and my headache decides to rear up and stab my head! Yikes. Then in Waitrose I discovered an intolerance for fresh baked bread smells and had to rush to the loo.

Luckily for me, I wasn't ill in a public toilet (the germs, eugh) but when I got home I did then take two nurofen and head straight back to my pit for another hour of kip.

Why is it that as you get older your alcohol tolerance gets worse and the pain gets worse? It's really not fair. Oh well, that will teach me to binge drink I guess! Or not...

Enjoy your weekend everyone

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