Oh, my head. Four days of delightful company and literary chat at the Storymoja Hay Festival has left my mind buzzing with ideas and concepts. Four days of wine consumption – at the party for the stars, Muthoni Garland’s house (which she graciously opened up to randoms like me), the Saturday mix up, and Sunday reception at the British Council – has left my head aching and my liver begging for mercy, which shall be granted for the rest of this week.

My little blog for the Hay Festival sums up how I felt about this great weekend, but I want to also give a shout out to everyone from Storymoja and Hay, in particular Aleya, Michael, Kitty and Maggie, who made me feel so welcome.

Equally, everybody who made my session such fun has my gratitude – even the guy who basically told me I had written a book nobody would want to read (I don’t think he meant it to come out that way).

I’d also like to acknowledge the lovely Giles Foden, who has given me carte blanche to sign books in his name the next time somebody mistakes me for him and asks me to sign his novels. He may regret that.