After I got home yesterday I made the rather tragic mistake of continuing to drink. (Bad idea.) I didn’t have much wine in the flat so I had a few glasses of whiskey, vodka… a bit of tequila. (Very bad idea.)
Jump to this morning, at the crack of please help me, where I embarked on the first of a series of train journeys that will drop us at our desired location (wouldn’t you like to know) for our attempt at rescuing Michael.
I’d like to state outright that trains and hangovers do not mix. (Especially with the food tray coming by stinking from all manner of ill-conceived “hot” meals.)
I must have hit snooze about a dozen times this morning, which resulted in me running even later than usual. Which in turn resulted in me being on a train with greasy unwashed hair pulled back into a hairstyle I usually reserve for when I’m cleaning my bathroom. (Feeling much less glamorous than I did yesterday.)
Still the world of international crime fighting waits for no man, or woman (or a quick shampoo) and I find myself again in a work situation that I should be used to by now.
What situation is that?
Well that would be looking horrendous, feeling worse and bumping into incredibly attractive and highly dangerous villains on my way back from throwing up in a train bathroom (which is doesn’t stop rocking just because you ask it meekly in an attempt not to miss your target.)
The woman I saw at the charity ball thing I went to a while back with Oliver (who is still being really infuriating at the moment I can tell you) and my sister. She was the incredibly sexy femme fatale looking lady who had the “encounter” with Daniel. (Right before I nearly got myself killed)
Well she is on the train and I practically knocked her over while returning from what we will refer to as “not my finest hour”. Luckily she didn’t seem to have any idea who I was. (My relief is tainted by a little annoyance that I am that unremarkable.)
Anyway I told Katie and William about it and they are, at this very moment, hatching a plan of some sort.
One that doesn’t involve me in any way.
Not unless they want someone to throw up on her.
Probably not though.
