Cross town bustle

Gotta get across the city after a morning of conference calls. The calls went well, just the computer in my room broke when I really needed it, so I spent the last hour of calls working from memory while the hotel techie was rooting around underneath the desk fiddling with wires and connections.

Seemed to get away with just the memory though, which was just as well as the techie was no further forward as I was checking out. Hope the next person in 602 doesn't need to fire up a spreadsheet or the internet, perhaps.

It's hot today, too hot to be in a suit and on the tube with luggage. Too hot to be in that greenhouse again. Might have to burn these clothes after today.