Well it’s one down and two to go. London yesterday, just back this morning and absolutely dying. I got a total of about an hours sleep last night, stumbling around the city streets till all hours is not to be recommended when you have a flight the next day. I eventually crawled into bed and (rather unamazingly due to my insomnia) was up in time for the flight. Not so my workmates, those who were due to fly back with me. One didn’t make his flight, I have no idea what the poor bugger has done and another managed to jump out of bed at 7.30 and get from central London to seat 16C (the one beside me) by 8.35.
He cannot sing the praises of the Heathrow Express enough.

So now it’s off to Rome and Gran Canaria. One thing I’m going to do different on those flights is to make sure I’m not flying hungover. At the moment my head feels like it’s going to explode.

See ya in two weeks!