Second night in a row spent at home, watching telly, not drinking, early to bed. Second morning in a row of feeling like death warmed up. I must have withdrawal symptoms - I feel so much better after a night on the town. My body is wondering what this strange red stuff is flowing around my alcohol system. I shall have to go out tonight's pop quiz and rectify the situation.

Tonight is Dave's last pop quiz before he flies off to Australia. So we have to win. I suppose it would be decent of me to at least wait till he's left before I advertise a vacancy...