Groaning, I opened my eyes and reached for the water on my bedside table.
Taking a gulp, I thought about the fun I’d had with the girls the night before.
I was 25 and, like most Fridays, I’d hit a few bars with my mates after a long week at work. It’d been a blast, even if I had drunk a little too much wine.
‘My head is pounding,’ I moaned to my partner, Danny, who was next to me.
‘Oh love, get some paracetamol. You’ll be fine,’ he soothed.
I had double vision and
