Ho hum. That was a very nice evening up until about 10:30, at which point things began to go wrong.

Up until then I had been at Chris and Yasmin's in rainy Sawston, helping Chris celebrate his birthday. The invitation had said ‘bring a pizza’, so on a random whim I had instead brought a pizza base and Much Stuff to pile thereon, and in a fit of supreme confidence had even brought a second pizza base so I could feed Owen as well. This went mostly OK, and our pizzas were piled by far the highest of anyone's in the room, so yum. Then we all sat down and watched Amelie, which is still a thoroughly lovely film. So far, so good.

Shortly after 10:30 I drove back to Cambridge with the intention of dropping in on the Calling for an hour or so before going to bed. Leaving my bag in Sawston through sheer muppetry.

Curiously, several of the people I usually expect to see at the Calling seemed to be absent, and instead quite a few people who aren't normally there were present. So I chatted to those instead, and just when I started looking around for people to say goodbye to, then one of the former group turned out to have been there all along but invisible to muppets like me who don't look hard enough. Did I feel foolish.

In addition, at around this point my stomach started to hurt, making me remember my hand-made pizza efforts and start to wonder if I'd inadvertently poisoned Owen.

This morning things look a little more sunny, since it turns out Gareth has rescued my bag. And since I felt fine this morning, I imagine my stomach hurting was more likely to be stress over my multiple muppeticities late last night. Though I won't know for sure until I hear from Owen…