This morning's routine was a little different to normal: instead of leaving the house around 07:15 and cycling to the office, today I left at about 04:45 and headed to Birmingham airport to spend the day in Dublin.
Austerity being what it is, this was only to be a daytrip - no overnight stops for us, but the sad reality is that a return flight to Dublin is cheaper than a train ticket from Nottingham to London, and door-to-door it might even be a little quicker.
I walked back in through my front door at about 20:30 this evening. The day was mostly meetings with a quick store visit in-between, but I'd be lying if I said that the trip was entirely joyless.
It was a lovely, sunny day and I was travelling with three lovely ladies (who are NOT Escorts, but if they were would be the really expensive kind). I guess it wasn't so bad really.
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