10 green bottles...

... well a few more than that probably. Actually I think this is the amount I would need to drink to feel better (or not ;0) )

I did a full days work in London and then dashed (I hate dashing) to Ipswich. This involved missing 5 tubes at St Paul's because of overcrowding and then getting to Stratford in time for the slow train. I failed to touch my oyster card on the way out and then promptly lost the damned thing anyway.

I had dinner in a few unpromising looking pub that turned out to serve good food. Good company, good food, terrible wine but hey, you can't win 'em all.

I got to the hotel in time for a reasonably early night and my cold is grateful for it.