Another week... another hotel room
... same hotel. The slow settling in to the life of a wandering consultant is continuing. Back in the regular hotel, in another room... that looks not surprisingly like the one I was in the week before last. Last weeks one was a radical difference... only since they put in my an "accessible" room. I presumed this was because the week before that I'd done my back in and was walking around like Quasimodo! There is little to write about here sadly... work, hotel, work, hotel, home... seems the pattern of the moment. Had a nice weekend home though, we went to see The Script at The O2 - Daughter of Furtheron being completely made up by this, singing, screaming etc. Mrs F enjoyed it although she is not well at all - not like her. She has battled on through a nasty cold going to work when probably she shouldn't have, largely since others were off sick and she thought she needed to in. Well she has ended up with an infection... or two! Her throat is nasty and I think ...