July 15th 2018

Today I was almost too hungover to function. I woke up on top of the covers in my Bristol hotel room, not entirely sure how I made it there. I just about remember falling asleep on the carpet in the corridor outside the room, but I didn’t really remember actually getting into — or rather, onto — the bed, and that feeling of confusion continued for most of the rest of the day.

We were in Bristol for my friend’s stag do, and apparently it was quite a successful one. I stumbled and fumbled through Bristol to get to the train station, and then fell asleep on my parent’s sofa for a bit before watching the World Cup final with my Dad.

In a weird way, I’m glad that England didn’t reach the final, because I would not have been in any fit state to give the game my full attention and emotion.

I’m getting too old for this shit.

After the game finished (Allez les Bleus) my Dad drove me back to my house, where Alice had spent the afternoon marinating chicken ready for us to barbecue for dinner. We’ve not really seen each other since last weekend, so we were supposed to have a nice evening meal with each other to catch up.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t face the thought of eating, so I kind of ruined that idea. It looked good, though, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy having it for lunch tomorrow.


Until tomorrow, I’m getting too old for this shit.


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