Quick update from the road, or train as the case may be. My return from Latvia was pretty much the most miserable 12 hours ever! I'll spare you the gory details, other than to say I picked up some kind of nasty bug. The highlight was when a beautiful Russian model (really, she looked like Paula Porizkova) sat next to me on the plane. The lowlight was when I vomited about 10 minutes into the flight. And it all went downhill from there.
After a sleepless night in the airport, a zig-zagging, stop-and-go drive into London, a pre-dawn walk to the train station, and a 45 minute ride home, I managed to sleep for the second half of the day and thanks to my family of nurses, feel better today . . . when I am up at 6 a.m. to catch a train to Manchester to see "my team" FC United of Manchester play a league match against Chester. Poor planning on my part, but feeling up to it. You have to, right?
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