You went to sleep on a lilo and your house flooded leaving you to float naked down the thames pursued by a film crew and Vanessa Feltz trying to buoy up her career with a daring live action rescue...
Ok. I'm wearing clothes now. But I'm not gonna pretend to be happy about it.
Once again your over indulgent weekend has left you in a bed immersed in your own bodily expulsions. You know it must be cleaned up but it feels strangely comforting, like your own private mud bath.