'Black Shoes/Prawn Sandwich Comp.

Lying in my bed with a splitting headache and a mouth as dry as an old card board box. The sun was glaring through the window chasing shadows across the bedroom wall. My head felt like a ton of bricks had landed on me in the night. No it wasn't an earthquake. It was my work`s Christmas party. You know that so called amazing night you carefully plan for weeks ahead and it usually turns out to be a flop. I was still wearing my little black dress. I must have flaked when I got in and not even bothered or wasn't even capable of putting on my night clothes. Next to my bed were my black shoes with what looked like the remains of a prawn sandwich smeared all over them. OMG who was lying next to me in my bed it certainly wasn't my cat Fluffy as he wouldn't be dressed in a black suit and tie and snoring with his mouth wide open. How did he get there? Maybe I was still asleep dreaming. I squeezed my eyes tight shut hoping it was an illusion then dared to peep through my half shut eyes. He was still there and no it wasn't a burglar who had fallen asleep after ransacking my house and I wasn't married and didn't have a man in my life. Oh no I sat up in shock kicking my quilt onto the floor. It was Garth my boss from the IT department. How was I ever going to live this down. How on earth was I going to explain this one how was I going to get rid. Would it be better to face it head on and say. Hey you in my bed Get lost Do one. Or would it be better to be suttle and not admit that I was so out of my head I couldn't even remember getting home never mind getting home with added luggage. I decided to take the easy approach. I would slip down stairs make him a coffee then explain that my elderly mother needed taking to the doctors Yes that was it. Putting my plan into action I slipped into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face washing away the black smears of mascara from around my eyes I looked some what like a panda. As I was in the kitchen thumbing around like a bull in a china shop and a bare with a sore head I heard footsteps coming down the floor and the front door slammed shut. Well at least he had made it easy for me. I made a strong black coffee and slipped into my pyjamas and snuggled under my duvet. Never again would I ever drink to the point where my entire memory was wiped out. How was I to live this down.