I stayed where I was - very still and very quiet - trying to work it out.
Was it anything to do with Spain? Not very likely - as after a few dodgy days I could see the sun shining through the blinds.
Perhaps it was that depressing DVD we watched the night before. It was a FOPP bargain called Jindabyne - a little bit like an Australian ‘Deliverance’ but with interesting female characters.
Actually I enjoyed it in spite of Kev’s harrumphing - he only likes films starring Harrison Ford!
It wasn’t a hangover - I can recognise those by now.
I just wanted to shout at someone.
Kev (who can be quite jolly in the mornings) was obviously the prime candidate. He also does hearty sometimes. But I’m trying to give up shouting as it’s not very grown up - so I had to deal with it, embrace it, make it my friend.
A nice lunch on the balcony didn’t do much to change things even after the most scrumptious cake from the pastelería.
Later on I told a joke and LOLed - I always laugh at my own jokes.
I was heading for a full recovery.
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