After blogging last night I felt worse and worse and awoke this morning to feel like I'd been beaten with baseball bats.
Maybe my reasons for a poor showing at Woodstock 12 were just that - reasons. It seems I hadn't got over my cold at all and now have a soaring temperature and stiffness everywhere but my legs.
While I feel rubbish it is good to know I'm not as bad at my hobby and passion as I feared.
Still got a shed load of work to do for tomorrow though so I'd best knuckle down.