Background for the sake of clarity, I have fibromyalgia, am on long term meds and I don't drink much so I'm a complete lightweight. I live in the bowels of the countryside but I come to the city to work. On work nights I stay in a B+B, other nights I lodge with my friend and I do pay her rent when I stay.
So I made plans with a nanny friend who's going back to her home country soon. The friend I lodge with told me I couldn't stay Saturday because her boyfriend was coming over. Fair enough says I, I make the plans for Friday i.e. last night. We have a few drinks and I leave early to get back to my friend s house.
When I get there, she hisses at me that I can't stay because her boyfriend is there. I'm tipsy and knackered, don't really know how to react so I agree to leave after I've used the bathroom and grabbed some clothes. She barely let me do that.
So I trek back into town to find somewhere to stay for the night, but there's some massive rugby match on and everywhere is fully booked. I spend 3 hours walking around like the virgin mary by myself looking for somewhere safe to spend the night. Then my mobility problems kick in and I spend another half hour trying to get my legs to work.
I finally found a place to sta,y, I stumbled across it while I was on my way back to the bus station to wait on the 7am bus that would take me home. Now I'm in the station, I feel like one gigantic bruise and I'm fuming.