The hotel room was still not being heated properly so I got them to change me to another room. The room was not of the same standard but seemed fine to me and was as warm as I wanted it to be which helped me out a lot.
Despite being in a warm room though, I still coughed myself through most of the night and felt completely shattered in the morning. I decided to heed the advice of several colleagues, and headed for home:
- taxi to railway station
- train to Paddington
- tube to Euston Square
- walk to Euston station
- intercity train to Stafford
- lift home from my wife (yeh!)
From the looks I was getting on the train to Stafford, you would think everyone thought I was exposing them to the risks of the plague.
Still, made it home in one very unwell and tired piece. Have recovered enough to write this but know I will have another coughing fit shortly.
Seeing the Doc this evening.