Slowly, very slowly, the ship of hungover porridge rights itself to something resembling normality. Takes most of the day though. Good friend comes for lunch and she’s pretty much in the same state I’m in so we take off our brave public facemasks and just admit how grim we’re both feeling. Then tuck into a hearty lunch and the self pity train leaves the station without us.
Have to lie down in the afternoon, but can’t sleep so just read and relax.
Got almost nothing done today, bar a feeble attempt at the crossword. But I pretty much survived the day with only a few bedraggled feathers and that is an achievement in itself on a day like this one has been.
Remains to be seen what unpredictable weather tomorrow brings. Glorious sunshine would be nice. Not holding my breath.