Somewhat to my relief, I feel OK this morning.

The past week has been a little bit hectic. There was the Marillion gig on Tuesday, which involved driving up to Norwich; this meant that, pretty much straight after getting out of work, I spent seven solid hours either driving or standing up, and ended up getting to bed late. Then the Carlton Arms had its own beer festival, causing me to drink alcohol two nights running (which I usually try not to do, but a Carlton beerfest struck me as an exceptional circumstance), and I suspect that didn't do wonders for my sleep. By Friday evening I was pretty much good for nothing except wandering around like a zombie going ‘uurgh’; so naturally I let myself get talked into helping lzz sort out her ailing computer, stayed at the Gallery nattering and went to bed late again, and the next day drove Gareth down to London (through some fairly horrifying traffic) for Vicky S's random gathering-in-the-garden, then drove back again in time to go to pjc50's party as well.

When I woke up on Sunday morning I felt so utterly shattered that I seriously wondered whether I still had lingering traces of last week's illness. However, a concentrated programme of doing very little indeed all day seemed to help matters; hosting the Doctor Who gathering was useful as well since it meant I didn't even have to make any effort to go to that. This morning I felt surprisingly OK, so I think I might have survived after all.

The Carlton beerfest was good though. I said a few weeks ago that in all respects other than the nice beer, the ‘real’ beer festival utterly sucked as a drinking venue; so, of course, on this basis the Carlton must be an absolutely ideal place to hold an alternative one. And it was good; admittedly in two visits I only found one beer I was particularly interested in continuing to drink, but that one was very nice so that was OK. (Entertainingly, mobbsy, sion_a and I all independently picked that one off the programme within about ten minutes of each other. Evidently its description was by far the nicest-sounding one on the sheet. And the beer wasn't bad either :-)