What a terrible state to get into! Is that what life is all about? The high point of my week was not the debauchery on Saturday night, but the lay-in on Sunday morning. Even though my throat felt like it was lined with sand-paper and a wheel-tapper seemed to be testing the inside of my skull for cracks. And what would I be lying there thinking about? “Oh God, tomorrow’s Monday. How can I face another week?”
