I am suffering with a sore head, this morning.

Last night, we went to a party, for my niece.

She’s 21.

That’s mad: I can remember when she was just 20.

Rather than hire a hall, my sister hired a marquee and put it up in the garden.

Obviously, there was a lot of family there, but also a lot of my niece’s friends: loads of young women wearing far too little for the weather conditions at this time of year. They’ll catch their deaths!

I don’t know how much I drank – quite a lot, if my head is anything to go by, this morning – but it was a good do, with music and food and dancing and alcohol.

Did I mention that I had some alcohol?

I must have been wearing my beer coat on the walk home, because I didn’t feel the cold at all…  maybe all those young girls had beer coats too?

Very short ones, I’ll wager.