Cold War

Arrgh. I hate having a cold. Head full of snot and no brain. Try to string two thoughts together and end up with one and a half wrong ones. Never try to mark anything when you can't remember the start of the sentance as you are reading the end. Or you can't stop things pouring out of your nose and heading for the report pages....

And the funny thing? The really funny thing?

Tomorrow morning I must rise at 6:15 am to get on a bus and go to London for a weekend away.