It seemed like a good idea at the time. Catch the Eurostar to Brussels on Friday evening from Waterloo (an easy ten-minute walk from my office), eat dinner on the way, and arrive in time for a few drinks. On the way back, I’d catch the train at seven on Monday morning, and get into Waterloo by half past eight, in plenty of time to start work.
It seemed like a good idea up until Sunday night, when I realised that I’d have to get up around five in order to make the 06:30 check-in deadline for the train. When I woke up at five o’clock in Brussels—four a.m. in London, and four a.m. as far as my addled brain was concerned—it seemed even less of a brilliant plan.
Hopefully, this extra-large mug of coffee will get me through the afternoon.
I did enjoy my weekend.