Ok so this morning is significant for 3 reasons:
1) It is the morning after my birthday.
2) It is exactly 364 days until my next birthday (I consider this a good thing – and yes I know; “it’s a privilege, bla bla bla”, but I don’t have to love every privilege.)
3) This is my first hangover post crash, and my, don’t you just forget how completely undelightful a hangover is? The thirst, the overheating, the sleeplessness that even my best tricks (earplugs/eye patch/sleeping on my face) couldn’t fix…So as I emerged reluctantly from the bedroom into my hall of mirrors and saw in my reflection what appeared to be a 3D map of the Pyrenees, the words of the walking quote book Karl Lagerfeld came to mind: “This face – it is not possible”. Except in his case he was referring to a photographer with BO, who he had removed from the room with “This smell – it is not possible.” I love him.
…So sitting here at my computer I’m staring at the wall and have noticed a drawing I did for a friend’s recent birthday card, and well, it feels like I am looking in a mirror, except one that turns you from craggy to glamorous. Sort of similar except just replace her frock with my jammies, insert road map on her face, and replace sexy eye mask with my British Airways eye mask. Done. So I’m stealing it, because the coffee & ibuprophen have just not kicked in yet, and it is there…
