Actually, sad to relate, I was unable to finish it; I fell asleep on the sofa in my study for around two hours, absolutely exhausted. On Wednesday, I had crossed two continents - and skimmed the edge of a third - en route home, to find that my mother was just about to come down with an attack of shingles.
So, an unfinished glass of the (normally) wonderful yellow Belly; perhaps, too, the season is not yet right for heavy porters - I haven't had any in over three months, and I think, for now, triples, heavily hopped beers, and sours might meet my needs a bit more.
Rich, robust porters work better in winter..........