Coming down with a stinking cold. Just figures, doesn't it. I'm determined not to let it spoil my time here in London. In about an hour we're going in to central London to the National Portrait Gallery. There's an exhibition on about 300 years of Women Travelers, not just their portraits but journals and objects they collected. Sounds good to me. Then dinner after at Belgo or Cafe Pacifico. Tomorrow's a marketing meeting. I don't really expect anything brilliant out of it. Same old people, same old crap.

Have I really been here almost 4 days? It's been nice. Very nice. Very, very nice.