Recovery

Yesterday was a complete wash-out, really. Having got home at about five in the morning (from, amongst other places, the Walkabout, where I also bumped into Leo and Henry), I found myself completely unable to move until about half past one.
My body-clock's still out.

However, I did get up in time to see the rugby match on the TV in the Golden Lion, where England dealt Australia a crushing 32-31 defeat.
Apparently, Scotland completely hammered South Africa, but the important thing is that we're better than Australia.