Rob, my host and friend, the guy who pays my beers, just to be clearer, decided that, after all, a small English bear cannot compete on equal terms with a big Welshman. So after last night exploit, he insisted to take me to the doctor for a check-up!
I feel perfectly well, but I din'd refuse, because, as you can notice, it's full of kind girls here, so I'll pretend to be suffering and then....