They say a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step; well this one started at 3 in the morning, with the zombie walk to the bathroom after about two hours sleep. Not great when you are looking at a full days travel.
That’s a problem for three in the afternoon, when I strongly suspect that I will quite literally be a zombie although not, thankfully, in the Sevco sense of the word.
I am writing this – trying to write it – on a mobile sitting in a taxi on the way to the airport. It’s nit quite ten to four. There are three of us, meeting the fourth member of the team at the check in gate. Yesterday he was talking about bringing the supporters bus flag. In his carry on luggage. This should be interesting and amusing.