Still felt a bit coldy, but better than I had felt the day before so made it to work.

I only had a half day which made it easier, then home to get ready to go back out for the Winter Feast.

I met Stanka beforehand for a drink (yuzu marg, delicious) then walked up the road to the Square Club. The dinner was very nice, although I did start to lose my voice as the night went on. By the time I got home it was sounding very dodgy… as I’m backblipping I can confirm that this was the start of full blown laryngitis and the last time I’d manage to produce any sound at all for the next 8 days.