Back to London on an early flight. I could already hear the violin chase music in my head. My part of the airport didn't have any windows, so the day/night thing was lost on me. It felt as if it should have been an evening rather than the crack of dawn that I was travelling.
Las Vegas lighting without the gambling.
Then a full day of office meetings during the bit where the really loud tympani kick in. Finally, home accompanied by a phone conference.
I decided to go to bed early on Thursday to let my head unscramble.
And now I must demystify the uncommon dreams; stranger things have come true.
