The Wages of Sin

Hmm: this 'drinking four pints on an empty stomach' idea perhaps not so daft after all.
(a) am much less ache-ridden than usual
(b) have slept properly, albeit on the sofa
(c) Tobes almost definitely sent off in style
(d) probably did not snore all the way home on the DLR (and certainly awoke, in exemplary fashion, at the stop before mine ...

Have lingering sense of not having said goodbye to everyone. Goodbye!