I had an alcohol free Easter Sunday, and only a glass and a half on Easter Monday. Virtually the whole time has been spent looking haggard and wearing pyjamas. The first clue that I was not at my peak was projectile vomiting at Amy and Darren's wedding. Fortunately this did not fulfill its potential for social embarrasment, and only having drunk two and a half glasses of wine, I am certain it was not drink related. But I spent Sunday in bed, wan and bedraggled, and had no input into Claire's choice of wine for the evening.
Today has been better - I even got dressed at four, did some bassoon practice and helped Claire with the bottle. Which means I am well enough for work tomorrow. Bah!