Get in the hole!

I felt properly rough this morning. My head was banging, and I was far too dehydrated and tired. Falling asleep on the sofa for the night probably didn't help. And when I woke up frozen rather than do the sensible thing and go to bed I decided placing a sofa cushion over me would work just as well as a duvet. It didn't

Nando's for lunch. It may just be yet another generic fast food franchise, but I like it.

Then to adventure golf island. I wanted to just re-do this blip, but the sun wasn't out on that hole. We were playing with the bro-in-law and his lass and we had a couple of bets on. A fiver between me and him, and a losing couple buys the cakes one.

I won mine, and as a result we also won the couples bet. Result.

you: so you'll be turning pro soon?
me: what?
you: crazy golf. That's you won both times you've played
me: and?
you: is it not at this stage that you would normally rush out and buy a monogrammed putter and decide that being a pro is all you can really see yourself doing?
me: true. Maybe if I didn't still feel a bit rough.
you: and the hangover paranoia?
me: oh yeah that's there of course. I can remember snippets of things I said that sound ridiculous as stand alone sound bites, I'm just hoping they sounded better in the context of a conversation
you: oh dear.
me: ach it'll all be fine. I'm sure I didn't really just accuse one of the managers of lying about his degree. There had to be more to it than that.
you: see you in the dole queue Monday.
me: mmm, save me a spot in line.