When I got back to the hotel in Kensington, there was a letter from the duty manager reminding me not to smoke in my room. I didn't post to LJ last night because you wouln't have wanted to read it. I have never smoked, ever, not even in a non-smoking room at a non-smoking hotel.
Today was a busy working day, right up to the bit where I left the office to catch a train to Gatwick, a plane to Manchester and trains home. I have had enough of the West Coast main line for one week, and will give them another chance on Monday.
No problems with the flight or the connecting trains at either end, and the Exec Lounge at Gatwick was pretty good too.
So I'm now approaching Lime Street on my way home, at the end of a short week. No complaints.