He must have escaped her clutches at some point as he drifted in around 10am. Some of the others came later and Mawson never made it at all. A quick text to make sure he got home ok was fruitful.
This morning was the first time that my wake-up call had worked for me. 2 sober nights in a row and I sleep straight through it, big head on after late night binge drinking and I'm up at sparrow's fart just to make sure that I get a full day's hangover in. Believe me though, last night was well worth anything that could be thrown at me today! I was in by 9am and had made good progress byt the time the others showed up. I was feeling like utter sh1te but seemed to have a resolve about my tasks which saw me motor through them efficiently. In juxtaposition to the way in which the alcohol from last night was making me feel I was approaching today with a renewed vigour.
I can only imagine that this superhuman feat of charging on through my hangover was instigated when I first awoke to find that I had 'lost' (sorry for the pun) my mobile phone. I freaked out wondering whether I had dropped it in the cab or even in the nightclub. I knew I had been texting on it all night but couldn't find it anywhere in the hotel room. Calling it proved futile as it went straight to voicemail; someone had obviously found it and removed the SIM card! So resigned to having to explain away the loss of a mobile phone and the unenviable task of rebuilding my contacts list I decided to make the bed and leave. One flick of the duvet and hey presto, as if by magic, my phone flew into the air and landed neatly in front of me. The feeling of relief was astounding when you consider that this is just a piece of electronics inside a plastic case. It's funny how something like this can become your lifeblood...
...especially when there is someone you really want to get in touch with.
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