Terminal 2 (again)

Another 05:30 start. It's funny how much the prospect of getting up at that time overshadows my evening, especially when I remember that in my early teens I got up at 05:45 every day to do a paper round. (Also funny to think that I wouldn't let my son get up that early to work.)

Today, for the first time, I was able to use the car park at Terminal 2. It was quite odd, almost surreal, to drive around this near deserted building; airport car parks are usually crammed. And when I left I was able to pull over on this ramp to take a photo, something that won't be possible after June 4th!

I was delighted that I was able to get away in good time, this afternoon, and get home mid-evening to meet up with some friends who had come to stay for the weekend. (This was arranged before I knew I'd have to work: see this post.) By the time I arrived they'd been for dinner at Hipping Hall and were all on fine form.

It was bloody lovely to see them all and I'm so pleased that I managed to get back in time to enjoy even a bit of the get together.