Apologies for being somewhat silent on the blogging front over the last few days. I didn’t feel like posting over the weekend, I think my brain was too full of university stuff.

Audrey has the right idea in this picture, she’s exactly where I need to be right now, in bed. I’m nursing the mother of all hangovers after a rather messy night out yesterday. A few of us from my film seminar group decided to have a little Christmas get-together before we all depart for the holidays on Friday. We ended up at one of the Student Union bars on campus doing the pub quiz (we came fourth… we aced the film round). It was loads of fun and it was nice to get to know each other a little better outside of the classroom.

Now, it’s fairly obvious that I don’t get out much. Having 2 small children is not exactly conducive to the maintenance of a banging social life. And perhaps drinking with a group of hardened students might not have been the most sensible way to ease myself into the Christmas period, I consumed far, far too much red wine and ended up being put in a taxi home at around 1am (yes… on a school night). Slummy mummy or what?

Being woken up by the children less than 5 hours after I had tumbled into bed was painful, to say the least. Thankfully, the Mister brought me copious amounts of tea and let me wallow in the shower for a little longer than usual. Such a gem that man. I managed to get Jesse to nursery OK. I can only hope that my blood shot eyes and dazed expression didn’t give me away.

I haven’t exactly had the most productive day, although I managed to read more than I thought would. I self-medicated with paracetamol, a McDonalds breakfast (mmmmm… grease) and gallons of water. By the afternoon I was feeling much more human and I actually manged to cook a roast chicken for dinner. I served it with some roast sweet potatoes and braised little gem lettuces (a Nigella dish that feels like the ultimate temple food… delicious, nourishing and good for the soul). Now all I need to complete my recovery is an early night.

In my defense, this certainly isn’t something I make a habit of doing. My classmates were shocked to learn that last night marked only my 3rd visit to the Student Union bar… ever!

Have you enjoyed any cheeky Christmas drinks yet? How do you cure a hangover ladies?

Loveaudrey xxx

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