Standing up, and pushing my hangover firmly on the backburner, I washed up and tried to look as presentable as possible. My hair had decided that it would be having a bad day all of its own, but with a good brush, I got it looking as nice as I possibly could.
After what felt like an age of being stood in the bathroom, it was time to face the music. Never mind eating Christmas dinner today, I was going to have to down a huge portion of humble pie. What must they have thought of me? What must they be thinking of me right now?!
Taking a deep breath, I turned the handle of the door and walked through the bedroom and out onto the landing. Hearing the voices spilling up the stairs from the living room, my stomach turned. I would’ve done anything to run away, or have the ground open up and swallow me, but neither were going to happen.