Friday evening was spent first at the pub, then at someone’s house playing table tennis in a cold, wet and draughty garage, fortified by a pretty good curry and cans of Budvar. Not a bad evening, but it definitely led to my coming down with a cold, waking up both yesterday and today at 5am with everything hurting. I’m debating whether I should go to work; an hour ago it was definitely off, but a couple of ibuprofen tablets have kicked in and I’m feeling almost human. I’ll probably go in and see what happens, perhaps leaving early. I have another conference call with Istanbul this morning.