Recovering from the weekend....still.....

OK, it's Monday afternoon and I still feel a bit woozy from a decadent Friday night. Went to Brighton with the Strawberry Blonde and fully intended to come home on the last train back to London. Well, 4 cocktails and a bottle of white wine (that was just ME) at 10pm I endeavoured to find a b&b. Found a room above a dodgy gay bar, got the keys, and went back to drinking, dancing and snogging. Stumbled into the room at 3am after eating fish & chips on the seafront and buying a toothbrush at an all night shop. Imagine my paralytic surprise when there was someone in the bed! Like, not a "bonus", if you know what I mean, but an actual imposter! A few phone calls later and the flapping queen in charge turned up to put us in another room, but we were really freaked. Turned out the owner had let a friend stay and she just slept in the only room she found unlocked. Ours. Needless to say, the next morning we got a refund, then bunged on the train back with our invalid day return tickets. Turned out to be a pretty cheap excursion, but I have been paying for it in brain cells.