London’s so bright!

I coughed a lot in the night at Steve’s friend’s flat, and woke up thinking I was trapped in something like a giant snail shell. Needless to say, I wasn’t.

Nevertheless, I made it by bus to the conference venue on Holloway Road, and thence back to Paddington and the train home. The conference, about The Psychology of Money, was excellent, and so too is the new area around Paddington basin (above). Steve used to live on a boat there, before there were restaurant boats and it was trending.

The journey back was uneventful. I went to the first poetry session of the new term but felt guilty about coughing. Someone else there said she’s been coughing for four weeks now.

We continue to enjoy baking weather.