Just to add to my last post, it means nothing whatsoever that Ms Abbott was seen drinking in the pub the evening before, or even if she was Morris dancing an hour before. I can be happily trundling round Tesco's when wham! my poor husband has to half carry me to the car and get me home immediately. It's astonishing how suddenly these things can strike. One can't just 'bravely carry on'. It can't be done. One can't even sit up without being sick. Flat on one's back staring at the ceiling is the only way to get through it. If it was anything like this, I feel very sorry for her. We can't know what happened, but no-one should be called a liar and a coward in this way.