I've learnt my lesson this time. No more sleeping after dinner. Especially not after gorging too much of Amar's fantastic tandoori chicken with dhal and naan (with half the required amount of ghee - Lu threw it away when Amar wasn't looking. Way to go, Lu!)
As usual I crawled under my duvet while everyone was still chatting in my room after dinner and fell asleep... even after Alex's threats that I'd grow fat. Lionel woke me up at 1am, which was probably a good thing because I felt a horrible surge of indigestion just well up inside me.
After several toilet trips and detoxing tea and ENO... I think I've paid my price for gluttony and pure laziness. I'm kicking the sleep-eat-sleep routine.
Or at least I'll try...