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Sick (of The Self Inflicted Kind)

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Ummm, as some of you may already know, I had a couple of drinks last night (I did actually only have a couple, however, they were my measures of spirits, rather than the normal pub measures)Well, by the early hours of the morning, I was hanging on to Mr Raven for dear life, after loosing the ability to put one foot infront of the other to go to bed. The poor soul even had to undress me and put my nightie on whilst I lolled about over the bed.After tucking me in, and putting a bucket next to the bed, he left me to my drunk rambles. I haven't been in such a state since...... well, 1997. Oh dear! Mini-Raven, bless her little cotton socks, was wondering why I was shaking this morning wearing a pair of sunglasses around the house. I told her I wasn't feeling very well (slight understatement) with a migrane. I had a quick look on NW, just to make sure I had managed to get away without making a fool of myself (well, more than usual) but notice Andy kindly pointed out a slight spelling mistake in Lady P's blog.... and also announced I was slightly worse for wear. (thanks Andy! :o :) )!I am thankfully recovering (my beans on toast helped somewhat) and vow never to drink again (well, use a thimble as my spirit measure in future)

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