Last night I went to my work christmas bash and I drove. That's how poorly I felt. I turned down free wine. I never turn down free booze. I was even home by 10.30 and went straight to bed and am still in it.
We headed to the pub and met up with a couple of my work bitches...
We went for a meal and I normally work my magic on the dance floor afterwards (I should have been a professional dancer!) but I sloped off early and drove home. No one saw me do the robot or the moonwalk. I'll have to save them for New Years Eve when I'm back on form.
I'm meant to be going to a gig tonight but instead I shall be curled up on the sofa with the fire on and wrapped up in my duvet.
Hurry up illness and go away please.