No! I Don't Need Reading Glasses! [antikvár]

JANUARY 1 January Oh gawd. Woke up with the most terrible hangover, panting for water, heart beating, sweating very unlike me. Haven't had one like this since the sixties. (And now I remember it, I didn't feel too hot after my retirement party, either, at the school, but that was because the booze was provided by the science master who had prided himself on Making His Own Beer.) Managed to crawl out of bed and have a cup of coffee and a piece of toast, and overcome with great desire to have five fried eggs, but even though I've had two, nothing makes a lot of difference. It being New Year's Day, a strange silence has descended over London, which makes me feel as if I am the heroine in a very bad film in which I'm the only person alive in a world which has been struck by a strange kind of sleeping sickness. Looked out of my window to the street below and there is absolutely no one about. Hardly any cars,