Scenes from a morning hangover

ME: (Emerges from bedroom, bleary eyed with a throat that feels like something died in it. The scene is one of disorder, with a weird assortment of cheese and curry strewn about the kitchen. There is the smell of ginger, curry paste and potato in the air and an improbably high pile of dishes, indispersed with empty wine bottles/boxes) Did we... have curry last night?