Then I got up a mountain. First couple of runs were fine, then I got a headache, my right hand felt detached and numb and I completely lost my command of the english language.
I followed this up by taking some painkillers, coming down the mountain and spending the afternoon asleep.
Rock'n'roll.
Next week I seem to be planning to spend most of it in Nottingham. I'm assured this won't be as bad as it sounds.
