OWWW

The head, it hurts me so.
After a lovley meal at PVR for my Dads 60th I ended up back at Claires where I think we played Buzz and some karoke game on the playstation.

I remember (now) ringing the pub and telling Cress (real name chris but hes scottish so it sounds like cress) to leave the keys in the back yard cos I didnt have a set on me and I couldnt get home in time.

Then, time and booze passes.

The taxi dropped me off (about 4 and I remember comlaining cos it cost £6 and its only down the road, and I got dropped off at the back. Now usually my brother stays over so I must have thought he was here cos I remember banging on the back door and saying "wake up you f***ing c***" a lot. Then after reasoning that he was obviously asleep I took the ladder off the roof and climbed up through the upstairs window, just like the Beatles.Stood in dog poo in just my socks but got inside all the same.

Miraculously woke up all by myself for 7.30 (my alarm is on my phone, along with my boots at Claires house) which was lucky for the stocktaker who was here at 8am. Looked out of the window to find I had left the ladders and my bag which was wide open. Thankfully it didnt rain.

Well I have eaten 4 oranges and some smash so I should soon feel better, its just my head that hurts. Im pencilled in for going to Primark today with Claire but I dont know if that will happen cos I cant ring her to check. (the ohone and all that)

OWWWW, well, Im putting off the inevitable so I may as well go and start cleaning downstairs, but the head. It hurts me so.