What I know for sure

• My head hurts. Note to self: don't try and keep up with film industry types. And go home earlier from after-work drinks.

• At some stage last night there was an incident involving my shin and a low stone wall. If I ignore it, will it go away?

• The weather is shite. It's almost as if summer looked at Bristol and went, 'Nah, too much like hard work, I'm off''.

• Michelle Obama deserves to be inducted into Fashion's Hall of Fame. Her classic, understated style rocks. English women, take note.

• Boots' super-duper paracematol doesn't work. Even when you exceed the recommended dose.

• The Icelanic volcano has stopped; we are crossing everything on our persons that the ash cloud doesn't reappear before our flight tomorrow.

• This morning I left the house without my ability to string together a coherent sentence. Today my energy and concentration levels would rival those of a particularly inactive sloth. I have a ton of work to do and certain people suddenly seem enamoured of the word 'deadline'. I need to pull finger instead of faffing around with this blog.

Speaking of which, I will be off blog for a few days because there is no internet access where we are staying. Have a great weekend, wherever in the world you are...