Overruled

I had a nice Saturday at home planned, me & the cramps that had been pestering me all Friday & homework on Sharpe, and my plans went all awry.

My ex and our mates started banging on my door at 10 am (middle of the night for me on a Sat) and dragged me off to the mountains on a chestnut gathering outing. Huge fun and a three hour lunch in a local trattoria... (I think the chesnuts were really just an excuse, though I have a couple of kilos of them stashed outside).

Am dead tired, I think I'm not used to all that fresh, clean air (and the vino novello only made it worse)