There were times, long ago passed, when hangovers were mere annoyances that passed without much trouble to my senses. They were happy, if unhealthier, times. The times when I could have a mighty 2 pints and feel like a normal human the following morning. Oh, those halcyon days.

Sadly, Dear Reader, those times have passed. You may notice from my photo, the photo without much hair in it, that I am no longer as young as some other people. And having had 1 cocktail and 1 pint on Friday night, I started Saturday's early morning run towards Bellingham feeling slightly far less sprightly than usual.

Not that that lasted long. For an hour later I had the joy of meeting the wonderful Miss C. Warm and welcoming, she greeted me with a smile. And having run through her list of culinary desires, I hotfooted it to the local Sainsbury's. Which was, very thankfully, just a hop and a skip away. The hangover gods were on my side.

A swift 25 minutes later, I popped back to Miss C's with two full bags of tasty and nutritious delights. A smile and wave later, I started my slow walk back towards Greenwich feeling, I have to admit, a little more sprightly than usual. Nice one.