I hate colds.

I really hate colds.  I got back from England on friday and I was going to go right into posting my adventures, but I fell asleep from the jet lag.  When I woke up, I had the worst cold in human history and it's only today that I've started feeling definitely better.  Anyway, on to what I did.  We - meaning my Dad and I - left Canada on Friday, two weeks ago at around 1:00 AM.  We got into London at 11:00ish AM Saturday.  We flew first class on Air Canada.  As a result, we got to use the Air Canada arrivals lounge with showers.  After that we went to Paddington Station, got some Krispy Kreme doughnuts, then boarded the train for Exeter.  When we arrived in Exeter we had a nap and then got up in time to have supper with three of my Dad's co-workers.  The next day, we went to the Catholic church for mass.  Afterwards, two of the previously mentioned co-workers took us around Exeter, and over to another city, Dartmouth.  Later that day, we went to the house of the aforementioned co-workers for supper and I played music with their son.  (I played guitar he played drums)  The next day, I went walking around Exeter looking at all the medieval and Roman castles and walls.  I did the same the next day.  On Wednesday, I went to daily mass, in addition to walking around Exeter. (I would have gone on the other days, but I always woke up too late.) I also, went to Exeter's Underground Passages, which were built to maintain the water pipes supplying fresh water to the Cathedral in the medieval ages.  On Thursday, we left Exeter and went back to London, were we saw Les Miserables at The Queen's Theatre.  It was amazing.  On Friday, we went back home.  The reason for my cold was that everyday that I walked in Exeter, it rained.  That's all for now.