I met up with old friends Sally and Paul on Sunday.
We met at 1pm and I told my dad I'd give him a call in a few hours to arrange pick up from the local train station.
Just before midnight I called home to say I'd be crashing at Sally's house.
Finally went to bed at 2.30am, only for my alarm to start off before 7am.
I just had a hot bumpy train ride home with a hungover head and fizzing stomach. Sally and Paul both had a day at work. I had a sleep.
Estimated units of alcohol. 27.
On my last 3 trips home I've met up with old friends, and I don't think I've left Park Row in Leeds on any of them.