So it's nearly 1am and I've just finished packing for a long weekend in London. On any other occasion I'd be excited at this time. I've a lot planned and it should be a hectic weekend.
But I'm really not looking forward to this trip.
Over the last weekend I've managed to come down with a pretty nasty cold. I basically feel like death warmed up, and in no condition to be dragging myself around London. I could barely drag myself around the supermarket earlier today.
I've events lined up for the next three evenings. I had planned to spend the days in galleries and museums; or generally wondering around taking photos. I think those plans may have to be revised to late lie-in's and cinema visits before heading to my evening events.
Fingers crossed for a quick recovery, otherwise this could turn into torturous weekend.