My alarm went off in the middle of the night. I’d mostly packed before going to bed but there were a few things still to put away – and then I needed to rearrange my bags.

It took a little longer to pay for Friday’s breakfast than I expected but I was at the bus stop in plenty of time for the bus. It was busy, even at that time of the morning. I found a seat but it was the sort of seat where I had to hang on tight.

At the airport I had to sit for a while finishing off all my drinks before I could get through security and then sit even longer waiting for my gate to open. Actually, my gate was open early and by the time I wandered up there, everyone else on my plane was already waiting there. It was fine. The flight was delayed – again, despite being the first plane of the day.

The flight was uneventful.

At Gatwick I was back in my car within about twenty minutes of landing and I’d written directions to get the A272 so I didn’t even get lost going home.