Some days I ride the train across the country. It is my least favourite mode of commuting. Train stations are nasty, people are grumpy and invariably someone is already sitting in my seat or has their filthy feet on it.
Other days I drive for hours to see a client for as little as twenty minutes. I enjoy the drive because I can sing loudly and terribly in the privacy of my
mobile karaoke box car.
And other days, well, it’s just more fun to fly. So I do that too. I like to pretend I’m an international woman of mystery, even though there is little chance that a) I look like an international woman of mystery or b) she’d be flying domestically. On Flybe. But still.
Pictures will be posted later, but any guesses where I’m going today?