And no, I didn’t miss an F.

We were at another birthday party last night, and I was the designated driver. No issue with that, and I was happy to lift a couple of friends as well. Let’s all stay safe.

It was a great night. Bit of dancing, before chilling on the couch outside with the other drivers as things got a little rowdier inside. All was good.

What I am a bit grumpy about is my hangover today. Because no hangover has got to be one of the benefits of not drinking at a birthday party: and there aren’t many others when just about everyone else is enjoying the wine and beers.

I’m sleeping off my disappointment in front of the football.

Day 359 – Overhang

I’m sitting in bed in a converted radar station building overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. I can’t quite see land on the other side, but if I could, then it would be the Southernmost cost of Brazil about 6,500 km away. My eyesight isn’t that good. I fact, not much of me is very good today after a very heavy session on last night. Loads of fun, loads of laughter, but a quite terrifying sight of empty bottles of many varieties this morning.

I feel as rough as a nomad’s heel. I haven’t been this hungover in many, many years.

We’re away with friends for three days, but clearly pacing ourselves was never an option. The release after a taxing week was just too tempting. We’re grown ups. We really should know better. On the plus side, I’m really not feeling the need to drink ever again, so I’m confident of waking up feeling much healthier tomorrow morning.

And the view is lovely.

Photos to follow at some point.


I will admit to feeling a little jaded today. Last night was a lot of fun, but a scary amount of alcohol was drunk and I’m really not feeling ever so brilliant today. In fact, I’ve even just taken an afternoon nap in an attempt to mend myself. It’s only partially succeeded. Very partially.

The food was good. I am a big believer in keeping things simple and doing them right, and I think I got at least half of that right yesterday.

The back continues to improve as well – thanks for asking. I’m fairly sure that the disc has popped itself all the way back in now. No more pins and needles in my foot and ugly pain down my leg. Gym tomorrow then? Nah – maybe not quite yet, but it will happen sometime this week.

And that’s about it. When you’re hungover and still have mildly sore sacrum, you don’t want to be sitting writing long posts. You don’t really want to be doing anything, which is exactly what I plan to continue (not) doing now.

See you tomorrow.

Calm after the storm

Last night went well then.

Dinner was great as well. A really chilled evening with one eye on events 6000 miles… away, and several (or more) drinks: some earlier on for Dutch courage, some more later to celebrate.
It was a messy, late night and I’m feeling it today.

We are having a science weekend at home (and in the lab). Science projects for both the kids yesterday and today, and the City Nature Challenge to play with this afternoon.

Finding 10 minutes alone to try and recover with something gentle like Agnes Obel’s Dorian has been the only saving grace for my poor, tired, aching body.

10/10 would do it all over again though.