Note to self: the festive period is now over and it's about time I endured a few days off the sauce.
Last week, I managed to go out something like 5 days out of 7. I went to two pub quizzes, a meal out with some old friends, a meal with some colleagues and a night out on the lash in Hinckley to wish Statue John bon voyage for his trip to Australia (he leaves next week). We also had Hen and Bargs round for dinner on Friday night too, and managed to get through a couple of bottles of wine over a hotly contested game of Trivial Pursuit. I would say that I was only in any way drunk at one of those events, but I drank at all of them nonetheless. If memory serves me correctly, I had a glass of wine on the other day too.
I exercised on 6 of the last 7 days, but somehow I still feel bloated, so it's time for a few days off, I think. Between now and Saturday, I'm going to give my liver a rest and see if it makes me feel any better.
Can't do any harm, eh?
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