Chicago

I’ve made it to Chicago! I’ve been awake for 22 hours, my eyes are bloodshot and I’m slightly delirious, but the journey has begun – and I’m wearing my tour T-shirt to prove it.

A quick look at my hotel room, which is hysterical. It’s perfectly lovely, there’s no water but there is ice (handy, as I picked up a bottle of Grey Goose at Heathrow) – and it has its own conference room. I’ve never had a conference room before! Now I’m off in a shared Uber, because I’m far too tired to walk. The real magic will be if a train actually leaves the station tomorrow…