Marching Band apparently taken up residence in my head? Check.
Hot and cold sweats? Check.
Me laying on the sofa, moaning slightly with both self inflicted pain and flashbacks from last night? Check.
Blister on one foot following the inevitable 3 mile drunken walk home as a taxi can’t be summoned for love nor money? Check.
Then it must be New Years Day and I have the traditional New Years Day hangover from hell! It was worth it though.
I hope you all had a good one whatever you got up to.
Happy New Year everyone!