Having taken six flights since Sunday, I think it’s pretty inevitable to arrive home with some kind of airborne illness.
And so I greet the weekend - the hottest of the year so far in London - with the mother of all head colds. I don’t want to get on another plane for quite some time. But the damage is done for now.
Not helping this is being woken up by the smell of burning rubber at 6am this morning - I’ve no idea where it was coming from. Definitely outside on the street. My apartment wasn’t on fire, thankfully. But now I’m wide awake, sipping a coffee and planning to head to my office for a couple of hours of filming while it’s nice and quiet.
The YouTube engine stops for no man.
Let’s hope the rest of the weekend improves from here…