And Lord Save me from Myself

Well at least I'm not bored anymore. Embarrased... ashamed... but not bored. I have been told that I was way out there on Saturday night and doing things that I don't have any memory of by my husband. Not good. Not good because I have always poo pooed the idea that you forget things when you are drunk, I have always kept quite a decent memory of nights out, even when at my most blasted. But not this weekend. Either somebody spiked my drink or I am getting too old for this. I dare say its the latter.

It started in the Red Onion, we didn't arrive until about 11pm as we'd been at home entertaining my in-laws who had recently arrived on the island. I was well oiled by the time I left the flat but certainly not loopy/deranged at that point. The Red Onion was its usual classy self, saw a few old school buddies that I hadn't caught up with for nearly a decade. By this point I was well on my way and asked one of them how her baby was. ("He's 9 years old now Sam" was the answer.) It was raining heavily and to add dramatic emphasis there was also thunder and lightning. Ooooooooh, storminess.

Well that's where the blurriness starts, we left the Red Onion and I have memories of visiting both Barbados and Folies, of stroking a plastic kestrel and a few other bits and pieces. but Nick's filled me in - apparentely I let a big black man put his arms around my waist on the Barbados dance floor which I found hilarious for some reason and I invited a girl called Anna back for a few drinks to our flat but fell asleep as soon as she sat down and left poor Nick up chatting to her when he doesn't know her at all.

But no bones were broken or wallets lost. All I can say is I had a killed hangover yesterday and had to try and pull myself together for the sake of our visitors. I managed to get through a three course lunch at the Fermain Valley Hotel (which btw is GORGEOUS and cost only £14.95 - if you haven't been you really must make the effort) without vomiting and we saw one of those hummingbord moths that my blogging friend Catherine has been going on about. And then I curled up on the sofa for about 7 hours. Daughter-in-law duties will commence shortly.
Also, I have developed a weird second pulse in my left ear, but that seems to have gone again today. Hmmm.