Monday. I must be in Warwick.
Today was one of those days when you just wish you hadn't got out of bed. Transport hell.
When I arrived at Zurich airport, I found my KLM flight to Amsterdam had been cancelled, and that I'd therefore miss my connection to Norwich. Apparently Norwich is considered 'exotic' because there are only two flight there a day. And I couldn't get on either of them.
I ended up getting a flight direct from Zurich to London City Airport - it seemed like a smarter move than going to Amsterdam and hoping for a connecting flight. That just left a sprint across country from London to Norwich for a 4pm conference call. I made the 12:30 Norwich train with minutes to spare, but inevitably, it was running late.
I got to Norwich just in time to hit the traffic from the school run. I grabbed a hire car, hit the office, dashed home, then hit the road for Warwick. Unfortunately my map and directions were somewhat inaccurate, so it took me 20 minutes to find the hotel.
All in all, I've done more miles than I care to think about today. And I got to do trains, planes and automobiles all in one day. It's nice to live in such interesting times. But now it's definitely time for sleep.