Fragile. Handle with care.

I did not test the 'cleansing ale' theory. I did not alternate booze and coke. I did not leave at a sensible hour. I did not, in fact, behave very well at all. I did not sleep very well.

I do not feel very well.

Mostly it's my feet, but the rest of me ain't too happy either. Ouchouchouch.

And tonight I am to be donning high heels, singing carols (not these ones) and quaffing champagne. This is supposed to be a good thing.

Ooh-er.

Someone has put it into my head that glamour be damned, I don't actually have to wear the heels. I cannot believe this had not previously even occurred to me.