WHEN PEOPLE SHOULDNT DRINK

OMG

I have never had backache before. Not really.
On Friday morning I got up, moved some barrels around in the cellar then finished mopping the floor. I was half way through mopping when it happened. I was just wringing out the mop then I nearly fell down with the pain. This is not what I needed as I had to go to Worcester for Heyes' hen do for the weekend.

I shouldn't have really worked at the beer festival on Friday night, I should have rested but I was looking forward to it so I did it anyway. Slowly and with heat pads.

It was good, I got to drink what ever I wanted and me and the Johnson had fun.

I worked til 5 on Saturday then met the ladies at the millstone at 6.30.
Got the train to Worcester via Birmingham, I dont remember much cos I think I had the lions share of the 5 bottles of champagne.

Its all a blur.

Sunday I woke up and was fine, but then the breakfast wasnt sitting well on my stomach so I threw that up. But then I felt good. Wore my big high red shoes and a black and white stripey halterneck dress from Primark last year. I didnt feel up to wearing the fascinator but I was happy to be called Pamela all day. This didnt last for long....I soon was spewing and then was ill all day. I must have chundered about 12 times.

I could only attempt soup.

It was throwing it down so we got 2 taxis to the race course. Our taxi got dropped us off on totally the wrong side of the course. So, in our heels we had to cross the course in the pouring rain, the horses we running and everything. It was hilarious.

So, I couldnt drink,my back was aching, I was soaking,there was nowhere to sit. I went again to be sick in the toilet. I locked myself in the toilet somehow and when I managed to get out there was a woman shouting at me because I was sick in the toliet. I didnt leave it a mess, what was her chuffing problem? Seems it disgusted her.Ideally I would rather have not had to get on my knees in the tiniest cubicle which had a pee splashed seat-which I wiped. Crunt. So, limping quite badly now, I made it upstairs to join the gang and a man that worked there came up to me to point out that my skirt was tucked up behind my bag.Everyone was staring, what would you do? Well, I just cried. Laughed about it and then cried. What a dick!

Blah blah blah, got back to Macc before 8 and went straight to bed. The back is still agony so Im booked in with a physio at 3 tomorrow. I cant wait cos this is shit shamone.




Other peoples hang overs are not like this. I think I have them for other people.