Before I start, in case there are any staff colleagues reading this, I'm normally a shining example of responsible behaviour on a night before work. Honest!
But last night there was a certain birthday to celebrate (no names - there are careers to protect) and I think I may have had just one too many blanche. What was that? Oh go on then - with lemon, please. Cheers. Thanks a lot.
Where were we? Oh yes.
The thing is, in most jobs you can go in and keep a low profile for a day, but not with this one.
I have to say I marshalled myself quite well under the circumstances, and I don't think that the European project has been put in any great danger, but it's a very strange feeling.
Imagine that you have a row of shelves in your brain where you put little bits of information for a few seconds, then retrieving them again when your 'hands' are free. Now imagine that the shelves are now all slippery and crooked and things keep falling off.
Well that, dear reader, is sort of what it was like.
So tonight it's early to bed.