Face of a Hangover by Helen

The Face of a HangoverI went down to visit my sister Donna recently.  She lives in Fairview.  It was nine o’clock on Friday morning.  I got the bus from Artane.  I knocked on the door, Donna came to the door.  As I saw her I started to scream and scream with fright.  Deirdre had to pull me inside to the hallway.  “Helen, what is wrong with you, you gave me such a fright”, she said.  I replied, “You look like a ghost”.  Well what do you expect, I was only home at five o’clock this morning Helen, she said. 

I persuaded Donna to go back to bed for a few hours and later we went out to lunch together and laughed about the incident.