Well Sunday was horrible, got up at 5am, got a taxi, via Barnsley to Manchester airport, then an 8 hour flight in a 767 with minimal facilities to Chicago, where we had to brave US immigration. Apparently there had been storms in Chicago so after the flight had been delayed by 30 or so minutes we were sat queuing on the tarmac for another 3 hours with only a single solitary glass of water from American Airlines.

When we finally got to Denver, 4 hours late, my bag was open. Luckily I’m missing nothing. I finally got to bed at 10:30 pm Denver time, over 24 hours after waking up back home.

Work has been all right, although my immediate tasks are now complete and none of it couldn’t have been done back home.