Yesterday was rather more busy than I had hoped, though much of that was my fault for a) buying a Jim Fitzpatrick print (which then needed careful packing) and b) watching the Grand Prix.

Anyway, I got through my final two panels OK, and attended the Polish Fiction panel. All of those I managed to blog a bit about in yesterday’s posts, though I am expecting more on the Polish writers at some point. I don’t trust myself to spell their names correctly, or even well enough to look them up.

I also made my flight on time, despite leaving almost two hours later than planned. Actually this probably didn’t matter because there had been a major Gaelic Football game on at Croke Park and my cab driver said that traffic had been impossible while the ground emptied.

I am now in Bristol. We have the first of the VanderMeer events tonight. There are a few tickets available due to last-minute cancellations.

I am so glad that I hadn’t planned to attend any of the cricket today, and feel very sorry for all the people in India shirts who are in the hotel.

I should actually get home tonight. I will miss comfortable hotel beds.