I’m pooped. A very long

I’m pooped. A very long but largely successful day today at West Dean, although the audience was a little reluctant to actually open their wallets. But a good day nonetheless, in spite of a couple of minor hiccups.
I also took the opportunity to stock up on some splendid olives, bread, saucissons and cheese, the last of which I’ll have to make sure is gone before the weekend.
Right now, or at least as soon as I’ve finished enjoying some of this food, I need a soak in the bath and a long drink. A massage would be good too.