This weeks words: earring, park, spearmint
The pain in my jaw woke me, my once dancing dangling earring embedded in my sore cheek.
I’d never had a hangover like this before. Like a tonne of sleep had been hurled at my head so hard my brain was having trouble remembering it was supposed to be inside my skull.
And my mobile trilled incessantly.
“DC Ellis, will you be delivering your report in person since it’s already ninety minutes late?” snarled my boss.“Er,” I mumbled.“Buzz me up, I’m in your car park. We need to talk about your undercover shift at Spearmint Rhino last night.”