Last Sunday, I went out on what might be described as "a bit of a lash" with two work colleagues. We went to a local hostelry to watch the Italy v Ireland 6 Nations match, and afterwards repaired to a different watering hole where I could watch the lads playing pool (I don't indulge, thanks for asking).
All told, I was out for at least 9 hours. Got home. Went to bed. Got a relatively decent night's "sleep" and went in to work the next day. Not a happy camper.
And even now, six days later, I'm still not right. Oh, the aftereffects of the imbibing have been sorted days ago, but I seem to have caught a cold on the day which is hanging around. A general "stuffed-up" feeling, allied to a hint of a sore throat. No cough, thank goodness...
Normally, I'd take some form of remedy to deal with the cold, but for some reason I haven't done that on this occasion. As a result, I feel tired and a little listless all the time. On Thursday, I had the joyous task of installing a new washing machine and getting rid of the old one. Do you think I could get my brain to function properly in order to carry out that reasonably logical sequence of tasks? No way. Even bending over was difficult - a vague dizzy feeling came over me.
I reckon a good walk in God's clean, fresh (apart from the whiff of slurry) Spring air would probably do me a power of good. But I just can't be bothered...
Regards,
djp
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you might just have a bug
I keep my heavy (>2 glasses of wine) to saturday nights. Gives me time to recover for monday. I can't do it anymore. The midweek stuff just floors me. I couldn't do a 9 hour session.
G'wan and go for a walk.
Dunnit. Getting a bit better but rather knackered still. I'll survive...:-)
Regards,
djp
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