Wed, 14:29: Feeling headachey and am spending the afternoon in Manchester within my hotel room, curtains closed and the kettle ready to boil for tea. If anyone could send Evan Peters round for a snuggle, would certainly appreciate it.
Wed, 20:05: Today I've been ill, rain soaked, sad, in tears, cold and generally questioning my own value. I'm having another luxury cookie and tightening my clutch of the hotel duvet.
Thu, 10:18: My Manchester hotel has their Check-Out time an hour earlier than expected and the quirky stores I was going to browse through don't open for another while. So THIS is what it's like to be a tourist in Belfast on a Sunday morning.