This weekend for me sees the start of the British festival season - three months of mayhem is round the corner as I spend every possible weekend coming up in a field, soaked through to the bone, praying for sun. I'll be lucky.
Got dosed up on hot whisky and Lemsip (the blackcurrant ones!) and sleeping tablets (to be taken responsibly young 'uns... just saying). Woke up the next afternoon in a very damp bed, freezing cold. It did the trick though.