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If only I'd been in high-speed continuous mode I might have finally got a picture of the high-speed expulsion of air and mucus that only a sneeze can provide. The wingpiglet was unfazed by being dragged through to Glasgow on the train in the afternoon, nor by being asked to spend the evening trapped in a hotel room. I had to trundle over to a different (and much posher, but also horribly warm) hotel near the river to pick up our documents and things for the thing tomorrow but got back in good time for bedtime, always a tricky thing where we have to put him down then remain in the room where he would easily see us if he were to not be inclined to stay lying-down.