The collapse of a well made plan today for entirely external reasons means I can spend some time in the UK before I hit the trail again on Sunday.
I will still have my time cut out anyway to get my stuff done.
But tonight instead of another view of a runway, I'm back home and decided to watch some telly, and surprise people by answering the phone at rashbre central.
I can hear a conversation suggesting that I'll be at the Barbican on Saturday, but I shall try not to panic.
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