So I was back in the UK this weekend, as I had a meeting in London on Saturday. In order to make my flight on Friday I had to leave Galway at 9.30 a.m., and as I had some things to sort out at work before I left I was intending to get up at about 7 a.m. So obviously I woke up at 10.15 a.m. I managed to get a flight from Galway airport to London Luton, where Dad very kindly picked me up, so it wasn’t too bad. And at least I was still going to be able to use the flight I’d booked back to Ireland… or so I thought.

Yesterday my flight back wasn’t until 3.20 p.m., so no way I was going to oversleep and miss that one. I was packed, ran my errands and was ready to go in time, but we hadn’t factored in just how bad the roadworks near our house were, or how much of the roads they’d closed off. What is usually a 10-15 minute journey took 45 min, and I missed my flight. Again. Luckily, I was still able to pick up a place on a flight from Manchester (to which Mum very kindly drove me) back to Galway for later on the same day, as I had to be in work for 9 a.m. this morning.

So, booked 4 flights this weekend, only used two. I think I’m never going to hear the last of this one 😀

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