Mohamed to mountain

I so want to get started on the new art project that I can't wait any longer and I'm off to Northampton to meet the client and pick up the goods, rather than wait for them to be delivered to me ... with a stupid hangover. We had to go out last night to dinner with some people in our street. I didn't want to go. I was tired and wanted to settle down to an evening of Britain's Got No Talent followed by Killer Corrie. Instead I went to the bloody neighbours to endure an awful evening of hideous courtesy. I got a bit well oiled at the champagne and canapes stage so by pudding was quite horribly drunk. I didn't particularly enjoy the do; they served asparagus which I hate followed by chicken in marmelade which was really rather nasty. I wanted to go home half way through but we stayed til cheese and beyond. Perhaps walking ten miles throughout the afternoon had made me a little tired. I so so so wish I hadn't had any wine. I really don't feel very well at all today.