I've been a bit grumpy these past couple of days. I've got the kind of grumps you get when you're the other side of a great experience that you know you won't get to repeat for ages, like an exotic holiday or a visit to a restaurant unmoored in time ran by ancient godlike beings.

The source of my current post-happiness crabbiness is the Strange Games Festival. I played board games in a field for three straight days, and enjoyed every minute of them. Apart from the hour I spent on Speakeasy.