Delicate Morning

Another grey morning dawns, grey light creeping between the blinds.
No different to yesterday’s weather really except last night, New Year’s Eve, was the best rave ever.
Scrabbling around to find the paracetamol - dry throat, head pounding. Big breakfast, kettle on the boil. Soon be on the mend with several cups of Guatemala blend.
Just remembered that talk of a five mile walk; that should blow the cobwebs away.
So where are my jacket and boots? If my closest can hack it so can I.
Once more unto the breach my friend, once more with a pub at the end.