My head's spinning, that dizzy sick feeling hungover from the night before. I haven't missed this.
The house is relatively tidy, the bin piled high and a smell of cigarettes, cheap beer and wine from the after party we had. I'm eating beans on toast, the thick sauce dry in my mouth. Everyone else in the house is cooking or eating, slow, lethargic, slightly unsteady. Excitedly we talk through the night before, closer now than this time yesterday. I feel hot but my skin's cold to the touch, cold water freezing my throat by the glassful.
I'm mindful we have to drive soon.
