Up, showered and almost awake, I made it to breakfast Sunday morning.
However, apparently the world was still spinning for one of our party.
The thought of the journey back to Manchester was filling her with more dread than even myself.
The lovely hotel agreed to delaying our check-out until 2pm.
In my case a couple of hours post breakfast dozing (sleep was too much to hope for), set me right enough to face picking up S's car from Woodborough Hall and then heading home.
My compadre fared slightly less well and I believe was still suffering this morning.
It will be that final Cosmopolitan that did it.
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