I should be a poet
Oh dear. As you can tell from my last post I was on the devil’s nectar last night at a friends house. Great night. It was all a bit random but very cool.
I woke at 1:30am in tears and my throat had swollen up to the size of a small elephant. *hyperbole*
Then I woke again at 5:30 and I did the same thing as before: get painkillers, lots of painkillers.
I woke this morning at 08:30 and turned my alarm off and realised I was meant to be playing cricket.
This wasnt ordinary cricket. It was a 2nd XI game. I haven’t had one this season as our 2nd XI are very strong so I was excited to play. My throat, however, had other ideas :(
I had to contact 6 or 7 people to finally get a response. I feel I have let the club down even though I am genuinely sick.
To make matters worse, I miss the christening of my wee baby second cousin. I hope its magical for everyone. :(
As for now, Match of the Day and painkillers, and some cordial.
Woe is me.
- koffeinmann posted this