Hangover

Too many 'Crabbie's Alcoholic Ginger Beer' last night and now have a hangover. Mild hangovers -as this one- are strangely comforting; drifting on the internet, into and out of sleep, listening to the wind in the grey November day outside (curtains still drawn). Em headed back to hers this morning (she has a friend staying over) and Andy is still asleep. As we lay in bed this morning, there was the sound of bells coming in and out of focus, flung on the pulses of the wind. Some lost church, out on Portland Road. The serpent in this mild hangover is the fact that I have to go out again tonight, to the pub quiz at the distant pub of Carolines of Brunswick which I agreed to about six weeks ago. The last thing I want to do is leave the house. Unfortunately, hangovers, unlike holiday, cannot be booked in advance. Still, I shall have dinner at em's before there, and don't have to leave the house for another three hours.
Maybe some lunch will make me feel better.