I am about to board a flight from London, going back home to Amsterdam and I cannot wait. The last few weeks have been crazy. This is how it has been;
Go to London for 4 days for meetings. Come back to Amsterdam and then leave on a Thursday night to go to Scotland for a long weekend with friends. Come back on the Sunday evening then on Monday fly to Rome for a week-long workshop for work. Return on Friday night from Rome and then leave for Brugge on Saturday morning to celebrate K’s birthday. Come back to Amsterdam late Sunday afternoon, have a drink with our neighbours (and good friends) and then out to Schiphol again to fly to London for an early Monday meeting.
So I am going home – thank fuck.
Mind you I get on another aluminium tube with wings in 2 weeks time to go to NZ, but that is another story.