Since I was still up at dawn, I could already see the pre-frontal wave appearing and knew there was zero chance of a task at the Cup. Such a shame they didn’t write it off and let people let their hair down the night before. Apparently Nigel Lassiter was flying on the Mynd from 5.30am for an hour, but we didn’t see him.

Ellie, Lester, Viv and Phil helped us tidy up (the job was made easier, since Luke had been collecting bottles and cans the night before) and I then collapsed into bed at 11am to get some sleep. More helpers appeared (thanks Mick, Luke, Paul and Yaz) and by the time I got up again, you wouldn’t have thought we’d had a party at all – except for the gravel drive through the house. A quick hoover had that sorted too.

We spent the rest of the day doing what you do the day after a party… snoozing, eating curry and watching crap telly. I was in bed again at 8pm and slept a full 13 hours. I needed it!

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