OUCH my head

Sometimes lessons repeat themselves. Like patience, waiting for a bus when impatience has the better of me. This morning I re learnt the power of the hangover. Spinning room, cold swet, shaking, the inevitable toilet rush and involuntary puke, and wonder whether I am dying. Sparkling Eyes was fine. I asked her several times if she was OK. She was. No problem for Sparkling. I lay there thinking I had pneumonia, in the meantime Sparkling was having fun. Poking fun at me. Remarking how I had a clammy cold swet, asking if the room was spinning and then telling me it was my own fault. It was. Memo to self, don't mix Murphys with Rose wine, they tend to curdle. I cough and spatter, what am I coming down with now? Possibly some illness passed on to me by Rock Chick when she breathed in my direction, a memento for helping with her maths homework. I hate hangovers.

Rock Chick is growing up. So I've hardly seen her this week, except for the maths. She goes around wearing cowboy shirts. I asked her if she has a stetson and boots. But for some reason I don't think she will go into Line Dancing. Unless it means she can breath germs over unsuspecting persons. Not seeing her also means I've not had a chance to wind her up. But I must of at some point at least twice she threatened to hit me or throw something at me. So my annoying charm works. When I go back to London I'll try it out on Monster Boy, he might be 7 but I'm sure it will work.

Storm warnings have swept the country. Morpeth one of the stations the train travels through. It's been hit bad by flood waters. I suppose it's a bit like a wave of involuntary puke hitting you. You can't help the weather or the effects of over intoxication, but they are sure to come if you carry on drinking or it carries on raining. Getting drunk can be your own fault, in the company of Sparkling Eyes it was bound to happen. Hell of a good night though. We danced in the kitchen. I tried to Salsa as best I could. And lets not forget the Isley Brothers and Harvest for the World. I heard it twice. Sparkling loves it and the moment it comes on the CD player is an important point. I smiled inside, Sparkling is a great dancer, a natural. She can't Salsa as good as me. Well, we all got to be good at something. Twenty hours later and my head is still killing me. Yes a lesson re learnt. Some one hit me. Yes they did, OUCH.