Here he is – just before his downfall…..strumming the guitar and singing gibberish.

Our lovely evening last night was perfect. It’s a shame that neither of us have felt very perfect today. This shot of David wasn’t actually taken today, but it does go some way to depicting why he feels so ropey today.

Yep – he’s got the hangover from hell. He got it while strumming Iain’s guitar, wearing Becky’s gloves – sadly, (for me, but probably fortunately for him) I didn’t manage to get the camera out quickly enough to snap him wearing Becky’s hat too. He’s playing a sort of medley of Pink Floyd, mixed with a fair amount of slurring and gibberish. That’s why I’m getting away with another shot from last night to depict today’s world.

This morning, when I got up to go to work, he declined my offer of toast with a grunt and a groan, pulled the duvet back over his head and declared himself unfit for duty. I’ll say. When I phoned home at lunchtime, I think he’d made it out of bed……though I can’t be sure. There was nothing done when I got home from work and he still looked green. He’d not even managed anything to eat other than a bit of dry bread. Poor love.

As for me? Well, I felt a lot better than him but nonetheless a bit jaded and definitely less than perfect. Thankfully the place where I work on Sundays is a tad more civilised than the one where I work on Saturdays or I might have found myself banging a few people’s heads together!