Look. I know Sunday is for photos, not words. But I was poorly yesterday, so this is my Saturday post. What can I say? I'm sorry.
Yesterday, I had a chocolate induced migraine. It was my own fault. I'd wolfed down too-many-to-mention M&Ms before I'd even thought about the consequences - it was as if someone had switched the 'Greed' button to Go and I went into a trance, only putting two and two together when I looked down five minutes later and saw that the bag was empty.
My head was foggy yesterday morning but after a long time muttering to myself, I hauled myself up to make the traditional Saturday morning pancakes for the boys. I was feeling a bit vomity by the end of that, but as it was such a lovely day ("Make the most of it! Make the most of it!" said the shit for brains voice in my head), I forced everyone up and out and into town.
After I'd been sick in the drain behind Debenhams, I thought maybe it was time to head back. I swayed into Boots, brown bits stuck to my chin, and demanded drugs. The wide-eyed lad behind the counter threw a box of Solpadeine Max at my head and, making the sign of the cross, cried "And don't darken our automatic doors ever again!"
I made that last bit up.
After a slightly dodgy drive back home, when I could only half see and had to get the boys to navigate, I slurred at the boys to be good ('beeee gurrrrrr') and dragged my failing body upstairs, drugs fizzing in a glass.
Let me tell you. I don't care if those drugs cause addiction after three days. After two hours, my head - although not quite right as rain - was certainly functioning again pretty much as it should be. I wasn't being sick. My eyes were working. And I could speak.
Drugs manufacturers get a hard time (and they probably deserve a lot of it) but My God, if Mr Solpadeine had been in the room yesterday, I would have given him a blow job. And I would have concentrated on it, too - rather than just think about other things like I usually do, like tea-time, or Christmas, or work.
And because I was feeling better, it meant I could watch Gravity with my boys. (It was good.)
And it also meant that I got a good night's sleep, which in turn meant that I felt back to normal today.
Which meant that I've had a lovely day, being here with the boys:
So thank you Mr Solpadeine. Even though you are probably an Evil Bastard, you are My Evil Bastard.