This morning was only the 2nd time in 18 months I’ve been hung over (see Hung Over for the last time).
And it was for exactly the same reason as last time.
I did not drink too much – in fact not a drop of alcohol passed my lips yesterday.
No, I overate.
I overate cakes and chocolate to be precise. This was a sugar hangover.
Mary introduced us to her friend Dina last year who, among her many other talents, creates incredible spreads and invites lots of people round to enjoy them. And on Easter Sunday, in addition to the tables straining under the weight of scrumptious food, another table was straining under the weight of a variety of scrumptious cakes. Of course there was also the vast number of chocolate eggs hidden around the grounds for the Great Easter Egg Hunt, with further goodies handed out to all the children afterwards.
Maggie had been unwell and was unable to join us, so Dina insisted on loading us up with extra cake to take back to her. What with Rogan and Meg’s vast hoards of chocolate booty, I wondered whether the rear axle of the car would cope with the strain.
Car and children home in one piece, and Maggie beginning to look a little brighter, we decided to devour the remaining cake for supper.
After the children were in bed, Maggie brought out some chocolate treats she’d procured for us earlier in the week. Well, how could I resist?
This morning’s Headache From Hades had me proclaiming, between whimpers, I would never be so foolish again.
That is until this afternoon when I discovered the delights of mini-chocolate eggs skewered on cocktail sticks and dipped in a mug of dark roast coffee...