Well, Saturday was meant to be a day at Thought Bubble in Leeds, one of the best comic conventions of the year. I went last year and had a great time.
So this year I was all ready to get going, bus and train across nice and early. And then I woke up this morning and felt like death only slightly warmed up. Probably a combination of too little sleep over the last week and the ongoing lurgy I'm unable to shake off. I felt sick and feverish when I woke up, head pounding, throat raspy. Lovely.
By mid afternoon it was a lot better, but I'd missed the event by then. Alas Thought Bubble - I shall have to wait another year.
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