I wake up, my head pounding.
I open my eyes. I'm in the spare bedroom. That can't be good.
I wonder what happened last night.
In truth I can't even remember getting home. The last thing I remember is being in the bar.
I open my phone.
No messages.
I hear my girlfriend moving around in the room next door.
Dare I get up?
I get up and bump into her on the landing.
'How are you feeling?' she asks me, her tone somewhat frosty.
'Rough,' I admit.