The start of my travels have not been off to an auspicious start. First I had to scrape the ice off the windscreen in the morning after it had rained the night before so there were big lumps of ice to remove. Next I find the only time I’ve ever been in a real hurry to use the Post Office nearest to where I work I end up stuck in a queue for half an hour to collect my Aussie Dollars and travellers checks. Next I was held up on the A2 as someone had managed to crash their car just before Bluebell Hill.

I end up arriving home later than I had anticipated there just isn’t enough time to sort myself out to catch my target train of 5:30pm. Instead I end up on the 6:20pm train to London, a rapid sprint across Victoria Station to get on tube to South Kensington, a long wait for a Piccadilly line train and then finding that I’ve got to change to get to Heathrow. Finally I find myself at Heathrow at 8:30pm for my 10pm flight. Much less time that I prefer for such a journey.