my body is suggesting that the pump was less than honest

Up. After a fashion. They’d run out of honest British beer at the pub last night, so I had a couple of glasses of some Belgian concoction, which the pump assured me was the same strength. This morning my body is suggesting that the pump was less than honest about that. Or perhaps my body is just flaunting its age again.
As I’m showering, the people from the shop downstairs alert my attention to the fact that I appear to be leaking onto them. Darn. Not sure what I’m going to do. Possibly the seal around the edge of the bath.
Out to Walker for general Maisyfication.
Go via Tesco on the way back, to buy milk and yoghurt. Realise that I didn’t have to go that far out of my way, but only after I was that far out of my way anyway.
Home. Dinner. Some soundfile cleaning and looking at editing together photos and videos of an event I couldn’t attend on Friday because I was travelling back from Cambridge.