Advice

I've got serious heartburn tonight.
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It's the closset I've got to a hangover. I went out with friends last night and drank quite a bit. We ate Chinese food and laughed about the fact I can't eat mashed potato.
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This morning I woke up with a slight twinge of a head ache. Uh oh I thought. In the end it was nothing but at the time I thought 'oh god, my first hangover. I must be getting old.'
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Ever the hero, Cricket rolls over and lends me some advice...
'Ways to get rid of a hangover. First of all you need a shower. So go have a wee shower now. Then a big cup of coffee. That'll make you feel loads better...'
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Kind of a given but he's not finished yet
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'A big fry up is a must. Give you some fuel then after all that, if you still feel a bit pants,...

Have a big old poo!'
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Lets just say I was fine with the first three.

Lonely Cup

I'm walking through town. Stomping, if you like. Walking quickly in order to hop on the underground and zip to Crickets house on the south of the river. If I remember correctly, Boomtown Rats are explairing that they don't like a certain day of the week.
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Outside Hmv sits a small child's beaker. A pink affair with handles and a sipper style lid. Obviously a child has dropped it and not noticed.
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What's this? Someone walking towards it?
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I cannot take my eyes off him. A tall man in a black leather jacket walks over to the beaker. Slowly looks around before crouching down. He loses his balance and uses the wall as an aid. Still looking around, he slyly picks up the tippy cup and raises it to his mouth.
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Surely not...



Yep.
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He takes a swig. Holding it like a hipflask. He tilts his head back. The sun hits his face to show beads of sweat on his brow. He is a broken sweaty little man. He knows it's wrong but he's in need. He's tired, he's thirsty. It has come to this.
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It's empty.
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He swears quite loudly and throws the beaker on the floor. Before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bottle of irn bru... he had a drink all along? What?
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Strangely, that wasn't even the strangest part of my day.

10 things (small post to ease you in)

Oh yeah. My blog. I've neglected it for too long
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Nearly three months without a post. Sorry about that. I've been a busy girlie.
For example

1: I climbed Ben Lomond with Steffi, Gary and my Uncle.
2: I cycled for miles with five other crazy people including Cricket.
3: I've made what is quite possibly the best cake I've ever made. Complete with a layer of blackcurrent jam and a layer of nutella in the middle.
4: I've seen more films in the last three months than I have in the past four years.
5: I've helped Cricket move into his flat. Built tables, chairs and bookshelves. Helped transport fridges across the city. Been on numerous trips to Ikea and flicked through various hone catalogues.
6: I watched my cousin get married to the love of his life in a beautiful ceremony surrounded by family. Even the rain didn't stop the smiles.
7: I've applied for funding to complete a cake decorating course which starts in the next few months.
8: I'm organising a 75th birthday party for October.
9: I've served some very very strange customers
10: I'm happy.
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So that's good.
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I'm blogging this from my swanky new Samsung galaxy. It's beautiful. The only problem I have is that it makes a splashing sounds when I press the side button. Not a problem... until I'm in a public toilet and I want to check something. If I turn on my phone, the woman in the next cubicle will think the 'plopping' sound is coming from me.
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I tell you now, washing your hands next to a stranger who thinks you've just done an almighty poo is an awkward thing to do.