I got ill. An inevitability of my pathetic immune system.
On the last day we had a very fun snow-ball fight. I am proud to announce that I started it. At first people were apprehensive of my rough-playing. But they got into it. A successful snow ball fight requires dirty tricks. Thats a scientific fact.
On the plane back I wore a mask because I was ill this time. It was not a preventative measure:
Daniel had to sit next to me. He hated it - I completely emphathise. I hate sitting next to an ill person. Its just awkward when the ill person is you.
I took the next day of work off so I could night-nurse coma. Worked like a charm. got over that cold quickly.