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For a night. 

After a terrible journey out today was possibly the smoothest trip back I've ever experienced. Walked straight through Geneva, took off on time, and was sat on a train at Manchester Airport 18 minutes after the wheels hit the tarmac. Grateful, but why can't it always be like that.

The 4am wake up was bad though. Fortunately someone has been happy to snooze on the couch in the hut with me this afternoon.
Wales tomorrow.