Tea and Cakes

I’m not much of a drinker. Actually, that’s not true, I love booze, from a fruity pimms on a summer evening, to a long cool gin and tonic, to a hot whisky in winter, to a nice strong martini after work. What I should say, is that I don’t drink very often, because I get horrific hangovers. Awful ones. I can’t do anything. I tried to get up and do things on Saturday, but it just wasn’t happening. I spent the day sleeping on the sofa, occasionally waking to see if I could eat or drink anything, discovering that I couldn’t and going back to sleep. I made it to the pub in the evening for drinks with friends though. I had a cup of tea.

So, with Saturday gone I was left with one day of my weekend. Today we viisted a friend and had delicious buttery crumbly scones with butter and home made damson jam. They were wonderful. That was followed by a walk in the park, then home for some frantic house cleaning, then tea with other friends.

It’s been nice.

I’m not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow though. Spending one day of the precious, precious weekend sick means that Monday feels like it’s come along all too quickly.