That’s where I am right now. Ow. Ow. Ow ow ow ow owwwww.
Even typing hurts. And we were woken up this morning by hammering. Endless, endless hammering as the neighbours are having their carpets done.
It was brutal.
And now all I want is bacon, but my other half is just as hungover as me and has somehow managed to go back to sleep. Hell if I’m in any state to cook, but frankly I’m close to eating the damn rashers raw.
But my head. It’s like they’re hammering outside and inside.
This isn’t meant just as a moan. It’s also to make a point. If you have or go to a house party, for goodness’ sake drink more water than I did. Urrrrrrgh.