Still felt a bit ill, but improved as the day went on.

I was pretty grumpy on the way home though (a combination of tired and hungry), so the new projection-on-a-human-shaped-cutout at Reading station that told me to "keep my feet on the steps and a smile on my face" nearly got a punch to her stupid wooden head.

Traditional Wednesday night Skype sesh with Ma (I'd calmed down by this point) - we planned a shorter one than usual but it was pretty much just as long as always.