Wet

Spent the day trying to work through the thick fog in the brain, occasionally distracted by violent sneezing fits. I ventured out for some fresh air - crikey, this was just a puddle in the street.

Couldn't face the thought of beer in the pub; D went across to watch the Scotland-Ireland match and I spent the evening listening to the radio commentary whilst figuring out how to play Joe Hill Blues in an unexpected banjo tuning.