Wednesday night was my last night in London.
Have I done all the things I wanted to do…?
Have I visited old friends, old shows, new exhibitions…?

Of course I haven’t! I’ve spent hours and hours and hours working on utterly pointless stuff.

After spending all Sunday working on a presentation that was cancelled, this comic summed it up completely.

It’s not been all bad.

I’ve not had to make my bed.
I’ve not had to cook my dinner.
I could get reliable public transport at 11.30pm after a few bevvies.
I have seen a friendly smile every day, whether it’s the hotel staff, the fellow tube travelers, or the team.
And of course, I’ve worked with some amazing people who I’ll really miss.

But I am glad to be going home.