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After an excellent night last night, I woke up with no hangover but a horrible sore throat and no voice. It seems standing in the pouring rain for two hours yesterday probably brought out my cold.

As a result, I had a really quiet day with two friends (and two borrowed dogs). We went for a long walk past the regatta being held in the town across the river, through the woods to the pub for an afternoon shandy. G and I then had a night in with the cheerful We Need To Talk About Kevin, and I had to tear myself away from The Fugitive to get an early night. With the window open, sound of rain and the noise of bands and fireworks from the evening regatta travelled into the room for that cosy not-at-a-festival feeling.