Bleedin' knackered, me ...

I went bed at 1am on Friday morning and was up again three hours later to go to London. Somehow my tiredness failed to catch up with me there, but today I'm a goner, not helped by having spent last night at the airport (where I got two hours' sleep, at most).

In other words, despite having had a great time in London, I'm not going to write about my weekend tonight. Too tired.