It was another beautiful morning this morning in the Limousin - a smattering of frost dusted the fields and glittered under the sun which shone in a clear blue sky.
Shame I had to marvel at it on the way to the bloody airport to bring me back to blighty.
As we made our way out to the runway the pilot cheered us all up by telling us that the weather in London was 'not like it is out here, very poor visibility' and he wasn't lying - we saw the runway a few short seconds before we landed on it with a typical Ryanair hairy landing - all the passengers momentarily looking for something to grab hold of so that they can put their teeth (and any other loose objects) back in and grab a lifejacket for the upcoming emergency exit.
I then had to share a coach from Stansted with, from what I could gather, mostly Polish and German passengers, and I began to feel a bit like a foreigner in my home country. Mind you I felt like pretending to be foreign as their obvious and understandable disgust for the sheer amount of litter and filth that was strewn around the motorways and roads on the way to London became apparent. They only cheered up as we drove past Billingsgate and over Tower Bridge and all the familiar landmarks came into view. It is an amazing city even in this dreadful depressing weather.
The purpose of this trip is to get signed off as a trainer for difibrillation machines. Just another thing so we have a few irons in the fire should the day job not work out!