Yes, I hadn't realised until yesterday how many invisible elephants there were. I think that's because they're invisible. Anyway, they keep doing the mighty, mighty elephant march on me until all my joints sing like Billy Ray Cyrus trapped in a car crusher. At least the cough hasn't gone anywhere and only occasionally gives out a half-heart hack. Yes, I am sickening.
So, instead of being at the theatre, I'm sat here listening to Torres (not entirely cheering, I may have to conjure up the joyful notes of Ms Swift), updating the old kitchen iPad that decided to forget all the music it had (3,617 of 4,603 left to copy) and self-medicating on booze and ibuprofen.
I have a couple of oak-aged gins. I'm never entirely convinced. Will be hitting the London Gin Festival in a couple of weeks (have to survive Craft Beer Rising first, thank god they're not the same weekend, at least I hope they're not).
Anyway, the Appelation is definitely a sipping beer, very Belgian now it's warmed up.