I think John decided at some stage that a pillow would be a more suitable option for supporting my heavy head than his arm.We took a taxi over to Caroline's place and declared ownership of her bed. The next morning I woke up early as John got out of bed, shrugged into a dressing gown and headed out to the balcony to have a smoke. I helped myself to some pajama pieces in pink I found that looked more like scrubs than pajamas, stuck my feet into a pair of slippers which I confiscated and went out to say good morning to John. I was tired and wanted to go back to bed but wound up throwing myself in her huge Budda bag and got completely engulfed in some gossip magazines. John made me tea.
I thankfully did not feel hung over (I'd also like to point out that John wasn't either, despite the pained look in the picture. This is simply John dodging a picture and trying to look horrible on purpose.). A bit later in the morning when Caroline appeared and felt she had woken up enough to drive, we drove off and got a greasy breakfast.