Happy Hangover Sunday.
That bloody hurt.
After 15 years of trying, I’ve finally got this blogging bobbins sorted: bash our a two sentence diary entry and you get SKY HIGH stats.
My lost Saturday on the piss with the pink ‘n’ blue boys in Brightlingsea remained AWOL when I woke up on Sunday morning.
I didn’t have much time to try and piece it all together; the 7am work shift was waiting.
My cure for hangovers these days are steaming cups of tea and yoghurt. It wasn’t quite a clear head, but I managed to find my work concentration after the third cuppa.
The missing pieces to the Brightlingsea jolly jigsaw became a little clearer as I went through my snaps and published the Buzz match report.
I remembered how I wasn’t alone in traveling in from Weird Wiv to support the Hamlet.
Football. Bloody hell, etc.
House guests Disco Darryl and Clare soon surfaced.
A very hungover Town Hall Tapes was recorded on the fly.
We went outside for a walk to try and seek some calmness.
A brief walk along the Quay, and then the house guests buggered off back to S Ldn.
I managed to catch the Forest Vs D***y match.
These don’t get any easier to watch.
0-0 seemed about right.
School content from SW9 was edited and published. I needed a clean slate as I’ve got to do it all over again in SE21 come Monday morning.
The Bournemouth Vs #lolspurs match bored the arse off me.
A run of work shifts all evening were completed with a far healthier state of mind than seven hours previous.
I’ve been wearing slippers all day btw.