Arriving back into London, it appeared that winter had arrived. Brrrr. The leaves were thick on the pavements and the air was brisk.
It was seem I had caught a cold mid-flight and so the only thing to do was put on the central heating and sit in bed watching Masterchef – The Extremely Unprofessionals.
I’m optimistic my cold won’t last long, perhaps it’s just a reaction to the air conditioning as it would appear I’m heading back to the US in a week.
It’s hardly worth resetting my watch!