In the Swing..

A couple of week into the commuting and I have a routine.

Get up at 4.30. Scrape the ice off my car windows and drive to the airport. Huddle up against the wind and the rain and walk from the car park to the terminal building (it will be windy and raining as this is the West of Scotland). Queue with sleepy businessmen at the check-in wishing they were flying BA. Hope that Easyjet are running to time. Stare blankly through the dead zone at the gate waiting to grab half an hours sleep on route to Stansted. Run from the plane to the train - if time stopping at Pret to grab a sandwich and orange juice. 7.59 train to Liverpool St, usually on time unless there are leaves on the line and later on the wrong sort of snow. At Liverpool St head for the underground, find an automatic ticket machine that works and get a Metropolitan line tube to Whitechapel. Change for the the East London line connection to New Cross or New Cross Gate (whichever comes first on this somewhat random service). Hurry the few hundred yards to the main University building, run up the stairs into the class and collapse in a chair.

Its not yet 10.00 am, one car journey, one plane flight, and three trains down.. Committed? I should be..