Claire

On Thursday night my wonderful boyfriend travelled all the way from his university in Preston (via coach, as the train lines are being rather annoying recently) to visit me in Ipswich, the journey took him 10 hours, which is ridiculous! And I thought I had it bad when it took me 5 hours to get up to Preston via train!.

Last night we went out in town with his sister and we met up with my best friend who’s also come back from university for the Easter holidays, we had a good time in a pub - with people sending me free shots, etc… which I subsequently gave to my boyfriend as I’m not much of a drinker and I was designated driver anyway, and then my best friend and her boyfriend had to leave as they were travelling back to uni very early the next day. So my boyfriend, his sister and I all went on to Fire, a club. We danced pretty much all night long and I was dying from a cold, but kept trying to ignore it, even though I was coughing and spluttering all over the place and feeling really dizzy. My boyfriend and his sister kept knocking back the drinks and having a good time and so I kept on dancing with them, and the three of us had a really good night.

We left Fire at about 2.30am and I gave my boyfriends sister a lift back to her house. We were suppose to go in for coffee, but I was feeling really dreadful at this point and my boyfriend sensed that, so he insisted we went back home, before I coughed up a lung. So we left his sisters house and got back to mine, and he drunkenly made me a cup of coffee and looked after me, and then we headed to bed when it was getting light outside, at about 6am.

I woke up this morning feeling absolutely dreadful, my head was spinning, I felt sick and hot and just really yucky. My boyfriend was also suffering, with a bad headache… and when I offered him an ibuprofen, he was adamant that he’d suffer through it, saying “No, it’s ok, I paid for this!”. So today we’ve both been whingeing away about how bad we both feel, there’s me with a head cold and my boyfriend with a bad hangover.

Both ailments are self inflicted, I’ve been out pretty much every night since I broke up from university… I’ve wandered around in the cold in Prague and Belfast and back home I’ve been out with friends in town clubbing most nights (Come on… I’m a student, it’s what we do best!) and my boyfriend was sinking shots and drinking vodka red bulls and pints of Guinness all night long last night too, so I guess we’d be silly to ask for sympathy. I think we’ll just be taking it easy for the rest of the weekend!.