Instead, I slept in, and was awake too late to do Rutland first.
So I went to Luton for my meeting, had a glass of orange-juice-and-lemonade with the committee, and then headed north to Oakham.
When I arrived, there was Chilli and Conversation to be had. There was Rachel and Kate and Mel and a couple of others and a couple of kids. Rachel said that Max was asking if I could pop in on the way back ... and suddenly it was late.
I left and went briefly to Max's, where there was Diet Coke and more Conversation ... and suddenly it was even later.
And then there was fun and games at South Mimms, and so on ... and I got in at home at 4am. 11pm where
And then this morning I felt bad about it, and then when
And then I felt better.
But I'm still sorry I left
And don't let any of my hosts or hostesses from yesterday take the blame either. It was all me. Big thanks to Mel and the gang, and to Max and Tobes, for letting me wibble at them. It was sort-of necessary, even if I should have been on-line at home.
I'll do better next time,