I could get used to little flying visits to foreign cities, I really could. The only problem would be that the curse of Shatwick could effect things – this time round I got a flight transfer, a delay of some hours, a plane that wouldn’t start, an inconsiderate wench in the airport that needs to learn about appropriate phone voice volumes, and a bus ride in Stanstead. Boo.

Then there was the minor problem of walking through London through some fairly bad weather, and the traditional child being knocked off a bike (she seems to be OK when she went off in the ambulance, which is nice).

But I get to see TLG in the middle of the week, which is frankly excellent. Especially when someone else pays for it. Bonus.