Lecture 17 was a big tick. We finished up in Sheffield with a rousing day with a lovely audience. We have a printed schedule we are following, when the talks go well we give a big tick, when they go not so well we give a smaller tick. Like, i say, that was a big tick. Then the drive down to London and the last lecture of the tour. The traffic was terrible. The two and a half hour drive turned into a three and a half hour drive and then kept counting. We had figured we'd get in, have a tea in the bar and then get a good night sleep.
The hotel was barely accessible, we had to fight to get through doors, into elevators and the room has a bed that is so low that a new born baby wouldn't get hurt falling out of it. Our neighbour watched TV at a volume such that those in the bar at the other end of the building could hear it. After an hour or so we called and asked politely, because a fist could easily come through the wall, for the sound to be turned down.
So, already tired, I've just had my worst sleep of the entire trip. Now I gatta get up and be 'inspirational' when all I want to do is just call it a day - 'lost this one' and let it go. But I won't.
I wanted to run away from home once. I talked myself out of it. I'm trying to do the same here.