The Morning After

Ouch! don't know what hurt most, my head, hips or my pride! It's on mornings like this that I wish I was one of those people who wake up and say "I don't remember a thing about last night." Unfortunately I remember every cringe worthy detail and even if I didn't remember I always have my wonderful offspring to remind me. I decide that it's probably safer to stay away from the hostile looks and underhand comments about how drunk Mum was last night. After all it's not my fault. You see nowadays I very rarely have a drink, I like a glass or two of Baileys at Christmas but unless there's a family party or funeral I am teetotal. So it's actually their fault, it's because of them that I am at home cooking, cleaning, washing and drinking tea instead of out practicing my drinking technique so that when we do socialise as a family I am better prepared to control myself whilst under the influence. So with the blame properly apportioned I am now able to drift back off to sleep and deal with the fallout later, after taking a couple of painkillers of course.