Sunday Bloody Sunday

I awoke this morning feeling like death following a splendid night at The Mayfair Tavern with choice chums. My throat ached, my head felt fuzzy, I coughed and spluttered and I had a temperature. My boyfriend helpfully commented (on the smallish true fact) that I had a hangover but no, it's an illness. I dragged myself out of bed reluctantly as I promised to meet a friend at Hammersmith Vintage