Still recovering from the weekend, a sure sign that I’m getting older as a hangover now takes two or more days to recede.

Slept in for work this morning but thankfully it’s a bank holiday in Scotland today so the roads and train were quiet. Unfortunately it means the sandwich shop at the top of the road will be shut and I’ll need to traipse into town to get my lunch… it’s all I can do to stay awake and I’m seriously considering phoning in a pizza.

Keep getting flashbacks from Saturday night, including the vile taste of a cigar that I somehow ended up taking a puff on. If nothing else it reminded me why I don’t smoke. It’s disgusting, although not as bad as that flowery beer from Friday night…