(Hint – it was me).
Today I suffer.
Last evening I visited a friend and between us we drank all the wine in the world.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Today I am empty shell of a human being.
A hollow crust of pain and migraine.
For my breakfast the only thing worth having was a great big, dirty breakfast roll (although I made a derisory attempt at being healthy by refusing the offer of ketchup).
I did manage to go to Kilmainham Gaol this afternoon but wasn’t allowed in as the tours were all full.
It’s no longer a prison – it’s a museum.
So instead I went to across the road to the Royal Hospital which is now the home of the Irish Museum of Modern Art.
Didn’t actually look at the exhibition – instead I sat in the maze garden for a while and suffered.
I am now going to my bed.
It is 8.33pm.
Living the dream