The Dreaded Lurgi

This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
-- William Shakespeare, Henry IV

Here's a pro-tip; when you're taking annual leave, don't get sick. For the past four days, I've been ridden with an absolute shocker of a cold, and two of those days was whilst I was in Sydney. Fortunately, the University is sensible enough that one can cancel one's annual leave and convert it to sick leave if that happens. So what was supposed to be five days of joyous holidays has become three days of annual leave and four days of sick leave. As can be imagined, it's put a massive dent in my plans for the week. I've basically spent the best part of the past two days in bed drinking as much water as is humanly possible and dosing myself up on whatever medicines are at hand.

What was supposed to be the last day in Sydney was a bit of a wash-out, as can be expected. After trying to "feed a cold" at the hotel's breakfast, wandered off to the local cinema for the purpose of sitting and not doing much. The film was Godzilla: King of Monsters, and it was pretty awful. Impressive special effects do not impress when the storyline is trash, especially with a ludicrous sub-plot of a nuclear-family tension when the entire planet is being destroyed. Dragged my carcass through the Museum of Sydney, which fortunately had a couple of long films (one on Government House, and a much better one on the English invasion of the Sydney region, which even touched on the use of germ warfare).