How to get over a hangover

After getting back last night I admit to having a couple of glasses of wine. When I woke this morning I had a raging hangover. I think it was very much a case of the day after the day after. However, I'd promised Mountain Man that I'd go and help him fund raise for Borders Search and Rescue Unit of which he's a member.

I managed to get out of bed by midday and keep a piece of toast down, and then off we went to the BSARU garage to pick up the Land Rover in Kelso and from there to Jedburgh to hang out outside Edinburgh and Jedburgh Woollen Mills in 4 layers of clothes freezing my arse off.

We were joined by Kevin, the BSARU accountant, and there we were, the three of us, rattling our buckets at anyone who dared come near us. There were precious few people out and about in the treacherous conditions, but those that did make it were pretty generous.

I did have one rather strange moment when one elderly chap said, 'Well done son' to me, which I thought was interesting as I was wearing my rather fetching pink tea cosy hat (as you can see from the photo below) and thought I looked decidedly feminine, but obviously not!

The payoff for my 2 hours activities, apart from raising more than the other two put together, was that my hangover had definitely disappeared. I think it was frozen out along with the rest of me.