I am rapidly deciding that Brussels and I are not meant for each other. I can never sleep well when I am there. I don't know why, something stops me sleeping. Then the meeting I go to at IFAH is at just the wrong time. The planned end time means that I either have a mad rush to get to the airport in time for a flight, or I have a long wait at the airport for the next flight. As I don't do "mad rushes" very well I invariably end up with the long wait. Made even worse when the flight is then delayed buy a further 75 minutes. By the time I got to Heathrow I was shattered. there was no way I could safely drive home so had to book into a hotel for the night.
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