O retorno

The return. The UK trip has been an utter riot of cider, workload, dancing, dining out, friends and trains. I may have to get used to trips to Cambridge being as mad as this. I definitely do not feel refreshed.

After an overnight journey I was so simultaneously sleep-deprived and harangued about work that I stayed at the airport in a cafe to drink coffee and firefight tasks. A cheeky pastel de nata seemed only appropriate. I struggled through various work issues and then unpacked and re-packed for the start of fieldwork. Internal travel starts tomorrow with a 3.30am wake-up call. I guess I’ll rest when I’m dead.