Apologies to all the folk wanting to fly from Newark to Orlando yesterday afternoon, and who had to wait an extra hour and a half for their flight. My flight from Gatwick was late in, and it seems the universe decided I really did need to make that connection...
Orlando is as hot and muggy as ever, and for some reason my hotel seems to think it is a cross between somewhere on a pacific island, a flying boat, and an ocean liner. I suspect this is one of those "themes".
Still, the bed was comfortable, and I actually managed a complete night's sleep.