I have nothing new to say about London this weekend. I didn't actually see any of it besides the interior of my bedroom, because I came down with the flu and have been in bed, but for the most part not actually sleeping, for the past 48 hours. This is a huge bummer because I was supposed to hang out with Sarah last night, but when the time came I found that I could barely even pick up the phone to cancel our plans. Luckily I got to see her on Friday, but I am still really disappointed. I dragged myself down the street to the pub to watch the rugby world cup finals last night, but had to leave after 45 minutes. All I was doing was sitting on a padded bench watching a TV screen, and I couldn't even manage that. They lost anyway, so oh well. Basically this was supposed to be a really fun weekend, but it turned out to be pretty much the worst ever. You'll have to excuse me now while I go back to sitting in bed trying unsuccessfully to read.