So the first thing I did upon landing in London was get wi-fi and check the Warriors score.
If you know the Warriors score, you will understand why we are not, sadly, opening the week with our usual celebration of Warriors' victories.
To sit in the back of a car
full of anticipation, given it was the Roosters and we spanked the Roosters last time only to find out what happened this time, is no way to arrive in a new country.
There are issues around consistency I would be a bit worried about. As we have said before, getting beaten isn't the end of the world. Getting thrashed is, especially when in all the other weeks you look like the side to beat in the entire competition.
Anyway, we lost, but it's still a season full of prospect.
And we'll be as ready, as we always are, this time next week to report on resumption of normal service.
But missing the game is a small price to pay to be here in my favourite city in the world - and for the next week the city the world is watching.
No-one does pomp and ceremony like the Brits, and no one does royalty like the Brits.
So this week is about the build-up to the wedding. And from the moment you arrive it is on. The merchandise is out and everywhere you look you wonder how they can claim the wedding is worth a billion dollars worth of business. They'll do that in merchandise alone.
The Union Jack tall hat is my current favourite, but it's early days.
