It may be true to say that the excesses of the last two days have caught up with me. I suspect I am getting too old for this level of alcohol intake.
I went out to do some shopping and to get some fresh air, which was maybe not a good idea, as I returned frozen to the very marrow. To the very marrow, I say!
However, I then remembered that my dessert from Gary Rhodes last night was a souffle, which the waiter pierced and, into the hole created, poured a jugful of cream.