Oh dear, head poised on the edge of a really good throb, eyes feeling like I've spent too much time with a set of binoculars pressed against them, stomach feeling in need of a greasy breakfast... I finished the first draft of Hilldiggers yesterday and used this as an excuse to open a bottle of wine then follow that with some dark rum. Caroline sensibly stuck to the wine, but we still both found ourselves sprawled in the living room at gone midnight listening to Dark Side of the Moon and Wish You Were Here. Naughty person! Never drinking again!