We wake up early even though we have had a peaceful night’s sleep. Mike manages to get on the internet and watches the qualification for the Spanish Grand Prix and then listens to Liverpool thrashing West Ham courtesy of our Slingbox located in Worcester. Never has spending £75 in Tesco been of so much value!
While Mike is taken over by sport, I am at the other extreme. I laze around in bed reading, thinking about doing the laundry but not actually doing it. I make sandwiches for lunch, my concession for the day, work-wise.
Around 2.00 Mike says that we are meeting Nick, the resort manager at Leverick Bay for a quick drink. Quick? We leave the bar, worse for wear at about 8.00, having met a succession of really nice people. Monica, his partner, is expecting her sister and niece to arrive from Africa for a visit and is really excited.
We (well I actually), fling myself in the dinghy, announcing that all is well with the world (until the hangover makes its appearance tomorrow, that is) and proceed very happily to cook tuna, tomato and garlic sandwiches. Yummy. All you need for a hangover, washed down with lots of water (to counteract the 2 pina coladas, 1 bushwacker and 3 glasses of Pinot Grigio that a succession of bar tenders would not take no for an answer to) and a double helping of Berocca (recommended by best friend Laura, who knows all about hangovers!) Let’s hope it works!
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