Okay, I knew I'd be good for nothing by the time I got home anyway, but I wasn't counting on only getting home after a pint of Old Peculier and a half of Old Rosie. Feeling very headachey now. Still it was good to talk to Kit properly rather than just a hasty hello-goodbye in the middle of town. And he's still very lovely.
Sigh. How am I ever supposed to catch up if I'm forever going backwards?